The Evil Prince Runs

A Heaven-Grade Forbidden Art is far rarer than a Heaven Grade Cultivation Technique; the Heaven-Grade Forbidden Arts on the Yuan Continent are all renowned and few in number.

Qin Ming lives in the backward Qian Continent, so how could he possess a Heaven-Grade Forbidden Art?

In that instant, the Holy Lord felt as if he had been abandoned by the Demon God, his heart turning cold.

"Are you not into Body Refining? Let's see if your body is tougher, or if my fist is harder." Qin Ming looked up at the Holy Lord, his tone icy.

"Evil Young Master, Evil Young Master?" Seeing Qin Ming staring at him, the Holy Lord felt immense pressure, sweat pouring down like rain, and he could not help but call out the Evil Young Master's name.

But the Evil Young Master did not respond for a long time. He looked behind him, but the Evil Young Master was nowhere to be seen; he had flown backward as if he had vanished into the horizon.

"Evil Young Master, you cannot abandon me!" The Holy Lord's voice was filled with a crying tone; he knew full well that the Evil Young Master had seen the situation was dire and had fled.

"Very well, you can die now." Qin Ming also knew that the Evil Young Master had run away and felt somewhat annoyed. He had not expected that the Evil Young Master, who appeared so sinister and possessed such an extraordinary Aura, was actually a coward.

However, it was fortunate that there was still one left. This damn Holy Lord had been working against the Qin Family, and Qin Ming had long wanted to take revenge.

"Don't kill me." Seeing Qin Ming clench his fists, the Holy Lord retreated nervously.

But his speed was no match for Qin Ming. Qin Ming took only two light steps to appear before the Holy Lord, striking a fist toward the Holy Lord's chest.

"No!" The Holy Lord screamed shrilly. He knew that now that the Evil Young Master was not here, if he were hit by Qin Ming, he would have no strength left to fight back and would surely die.

Bang! The Holy Lord was sent flying by Qin Ming and crashed toward the ground. Qin Ming had learned to be smart; by not blasting him outward, he gave the Holy Lord no way to escape.

After taking this blow from Qin Ming, the Holy Lord felt his internal organs had shifted. This was only because he primarily Cultivated a Body Refining Cultivation Technique and had used a Forbidden Art; otherwise, he would have long been smashed into a pulp by Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's body was surrounded by Spiritual Qi, like a god of war. With a light tap of his foot, he appeared before the Holy Lord and kicked him in the chest again.

Before the Holy Lord could land, Qin Ming gathered all his Spiritual Qi, intending to kill the Holy Lord in one move.

The first two strikes had already stunned the Holy Lord, and now his internal organs had all shifted. Qin Ming believed that with just one more full-power strike, even if he were a Body Refining Martial Emperor and had used a Forbidden Art, he would surely die.

The night wind blew, Qin Ming's long hair dancing in the wind, and a massive, illusory giant Dragon appeared behind him.

"Fierce Dragon Absolute, kill! Go to hell!" Qin Ming clenched his fist and blasted it toward the Holy Lord's chest.

His fist rubbed against the air, creating a massive sonic boom, with sparks flashing and an earth-shattering Aura enveloping the Holy Lord. Even if he were conscious now, he would be completely unable to escape this fierce strike.

This was Qin Ming's strongest attack.

Just as Qin Ming thought the Holy Lord could not avoid this strike, a fiery red long whip, like a nimble snake, emerged from the grass in the valley, coiled around the Holy Lord, and carried him away rapidly.

It was the Evil Young Master's evil dragon whip.

Qin Ming was shocked, his brows furrowed tightly as he pursued the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord regained consciousness and saw Qin Ming flying toward him at high speed, then saw the long whip on his body; he knew immediately that he had been saved by the Evil Young Master.

"Faster, faster!" The Holy Lord shrieked, because he saw Qin Ming's figure getting closer and closer; if he were caught, he would surely die, and he felt as if his heart were about to jump out of his body.