Uncanny Valley

Time passed quickly amidst this back-and-forth conversation, and soon they arrived at a valley, where the Cloud-Chasing Sparrow let out a cry.

"We've arrived." Hearing the cry, Jue Wuya's face lit up with joy.

Qin Ming looked down. Below was a massive valley, overgrown with weeds and crisscrossed with trees. A layer of pale mist shrouded the entire valley, making it eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly, Qin Ming threw a punch at Jue Wuya. His fierce fist rubbed against the air, generating violent gale-force winds.

A look of panic appeared on Jue Wuya's face as he desperately tried to dodge to the side. Unfortunately, his body was held by Qin Ming's left hand, making it impossible to evade this heavy, powerful punch.

Avoiding his vital points, Jue Wuya took Qin Ming's attack head-on. Leveraging the impact force of this punch, Jue Wuya broke free from Qin Ming's left hand.

He also successfully evaded Qin Ming's next attack.

Jue Wuya was blasted by Qin Ming into the valley below, emitting a booming sound that echoed throughout the entire valley. One could imagine how heavy Qin Ming's punch had just been.

However, Qin Ming stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his expression grim.

"Something feels wrong. He is a Body Tempering Martial Artist."

A moment later, perhaps realizing that Qin Ming would not come down, Jue Wuya flew up.

There was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, Jue Wuya had not had an easy time with Qin Ming's previous punch; it had injured him.

"Who are you?" Qin Ming was not at all surprised that 'Jue Wuya' could fly, but instead asked with a heavy expression.

"You are indeed not simple." Clapping his hands, 'Jue Wuya' smiled. His voice was low and hoarse, not the voice of Jue Wuya. "We really did not misjudge you; you are even harder to deal with than we imagined."

"We?" Qin Ming's pupils constricted as a figure appeared beside 'Jue Wuya'.

This person was wearing a purple robe and looked to be about twenty years old. He had a pointed face, sharp eyebrows, a smile on his face, and an aura of evil emanated from his entire body.

"Allow me to introduce myself. The world calls me Evil Young Master." The man in the purple robe pointed at 'Jue Wuya'. "He is the Holy Master."

"Yuan Continent?" Qin Ming's pupils constricted violently, and his heart pounded.

The cold moon was like a blade, casting light over the valley and shining onto the Evil Young Master's face, a bewitching aura of evil washing over him.

This was definitely a Martial Artist from the Scorpion Faction. Qin Ming's heart tightened; his biggest worry had come to pass.

Copper Ranks, Silver Ranks, Gold Ranks—sure enough, there were higher Ranks in existence.

"Oh?" The Evil Young Master was very surprised. "How did you know I came from the Yuan Continent?"

Qin Ming did not speak. He had lived in the Yuan Continent for ten thousand years; he could tell just by listening to the accent. Moreover, people from the Yuan Continent all possessed a certain aura—a kind of aura that could not be seen or touched, but one that anyone who had lived in the Yuan Continent for a long time could very easily sense.

Hearing the Evil Young Master admit that he had come from the Yuan Continent, Qin Ming sighed inwardly. What was going on with this Scorpion Faction? Why were they so insistent on opposing the Qin Family?

Coming from the Yuan Continent was not simple; out of a hundred ships, it was estimated that only one would be lucky enough to successfully cross the Sea of Despair.

For the Scorpion Faction to dispatch a Martial Emperor from the Yuan Continent, one could imagine how great a price they had paid, and one could also imagine their determination to wipe out the Qin Family.

The Evil Young Master did not mind Qin Ming's silence. He smiled and said, "I am a bit curious. How did you discover the Holy Master's flaw? Even I cannot see through the Holy Master's disguise."