“Who are you? Why are you waiting here for me?” the Black-Clothed Martial King asked, simultaneously releasing his Aura to press down on Qin Ming.

Up until now, the numerous Martial Artists behind the Black-Clothed Martial King had not dared to make a sound; one could imagine the prestige the Black-Clothed Martial King held among this group.

"Hmph!" Qin Ming did not use his Pill God Physique and immediately felt his entire body grow heavy, making him almost collapse to the ground.

Fortunately, the Ferocious Dragon Art that Qin Ming Cultivated was effective, and he finally managed to stand straight.

The difference in true cultivation between Qin Ming and the Martial King was three major Realms, which meant that even just from the Aura, Qin Ming struggled to hold on; if not for the profound nature of his Heaven-Rank Spirit Skill, Qin Ming would have already collapsed.

"Not bad." Seeing that Qin Ming had not fallen, the Black-Clothed Martial King said indifferently, "Do you know how powerful I am now? If your answer does not satisfy me, I will tear you apart."

"Good." Qin Ming suddenly felt his body lighten as the Black-Clothed Martial Artist withdrew his Aura. "The reason I am here is because I am the person you are looking for."

"The person we are looking for?" the Black-Clothed Martial King laughed. "Do you know who we are looking for?"

"Aren't you looking for the Qin Family?" Qin Ming said. "I just want to know why you are looking for the Qin Family. The Qin Family is so far from your Qixin Sect; why have you traveled thousands of miles to hunt us down?"

"You are from the Qin Family?" The Black-Clothed Martial Artist looked Qin Ming over carefully. "Not bad, you have courage. Even though you know we want to kill you, you didn't take the chance to run, and instead appeared before me."

"Why are you hunting down the Qin Family? Is there some treasure? If our Qin Family has a treasure, I will hand it over with both hands," Qin Ming asked; this had always been the question he wanted to investigate.

The Qin Family was just a small Family in Liu City; logically speaking, they were absolutely not worth being hunted down by these people. Qin Ming had never understood why these scorpion Martial Artists were hounding their Qin Family so relentlessly.

The Black-Clothed Martial King chuckled, a sound like a duck, harsh and low. "Since you are going to die anyway, I will tell you; this can be considered a reward for your courage in waiting here for me."

"I want to destroy your Qin Family, not for any treasure. Even if the entire Qin Family were given to me, I wouldn't care for it, let alone the mere treasures of the Qin Family."

"The reason I want to destroy the Qin Family is because the great Demon God ordered me to do so. It is truly a great honor for your Qin Family to have the Demon God personally order your destruction."

"Demon God?" Qin Ming was stunned. He had never heard of anyone called the Demon God. "Who is the Demon God, and why does he want to destroy the Qin Family?"

Could the Demon God's strength be the same as a Martial God?

Qin Ming immediately denied it in his heart. Impossible. In his previous life, he had never heard of a Martial God in this world; there weren't even any legends. The Martial God Realm was merely a conjecture.

If there were a master at the Martial God level, people in the world would definitely pursue it, seeking the method to ascend to the Martial God Realm. Qin Ming could not possibly not know about it.

The most likely scenario was that this person called the Demon God was just a Martial Artist who was playing god and possessed extremely strong power.

It was very possible that he had reached the Martial Venerable or even the Martial Saint Realm.

"The Demon God is not a human; he is a god, a supreme god." The Black-Clothed Martial King looked up at the sky, his eyes full of worship and madness. "Now that you know, you can die with understanding!"

After speaking, the mist on the Black-Clothed Martial King began to spread toward Qin Ming. As the mist passed over the ground, all the surrounding grass and trees withered one after another, as if their lifespan had ended.

Qin Ming's pupils shrank sharply. This was not the time for battle. Although the Black-Clothed Martial King was currently poisoned, the poison was not deep; Qin Ming hoped the Black-Clothed Martial King would be as poisoned as possible.

He hurriedly said, "Do you know about the qixin grass?" To attract the Black-Clothed Martial King's attention, Qin Ming was going all out.

"qixin grass? You know the whereabouts of the qixin grass?" The Black-Clothed Martial King withdrew all the black mist into his body, shocked.

The qixin grass was a ninth-grade spirit plant; if he could obtain it, he could exchange it for a large amount of resources. With these resources, even if he could not advance to the Martial Emperor Realm, he could reach the Peak of the Martial King Realm.

Moreover, in order to obtain the qixin grass, he had guarded the Secret Realm for over a hundred years. He had finally waited for an opportunity, only for someone else to get there first. He had searched for a long time, even wiping out the Hehuan Sect and the Zhengqi Sect, but had found no clues about the qixin grass; it was as if it had disappeared without a trace.

Now this brat actually knew about the qixin grass.

"Of course I know about the qixin grass, and I even know its whereabouts." Qin Ming tilted his head back, deliberately acting arrogant.

"You know the whereabouts of the qixin grass? Where is it?" the Black-Clothed Martial King asked urgently.

"I can tell you if you want to know," Qin Ming probed. "As long as you let the Qin Family go, I will tell you the whereabouts of the qixin grass."

"Impossible. The task assigned by the great Demon God is something I cannot abandon." The Martial King looked at Qin Ming coldly. "Change your condition; for example, I can leave your corpse intact?"