C16 [poison in His Palm]

"Are you with the Qin Family?" The man in black was caught off guard; he hadn't even launched his attack on the Qin Family, and here they were, confronting him.

Now that the plot was uncovered, the Qin Family would surely be on alert. The mission was a failure, and the Saint Lord would undoubtedly punish me.

"Why are you so hell-bent on annihilating our Qin Family?" Qin Ming demanded.

"You needn't know. Every member of the Qin Family deserves death." With those words, the man in black's spiritual energy soared, and he thrust his palm toward Qin Ming.

The energy in his palm trembled violently, like boiling water, as dark Qi radiated outward.

"It looks like I'll have to subdue you before you'll spill the truth."

Qin Ming swung his fist, launching a direct strike at the man in black.

A sharp crack echoed as the man in black's palm was rendered useless.

"Martial Sect Stage!"

The man in black stared at the young man before him, his mind a whirlwind of shock.

The Qin Family had such a formidable martial cultivator, and yet there was no intelligence on him.

It made sense now why he hadn't been able to detect the young man's strength. Initially, he had assumed the youth had mastered some technique to hide his aura, but he had been wrong.

The young man before him hadn't used any such technique; he was simply a Martial Sect Stage cultivator, beyond the man in black's ability to perceive.

A Martial Sect Stage expert so young?

"Just who are you?" He now doubted that this young man was even related to the Qin Family. It seemed impossible for a small family to produce someone of this caliber.

"I am Qin Ming, the young master of the Qin Family." Qin Ming's gaze was icy as he spoke firmly, "You won't escape from me. It's in your best interest to cooperate."

"Furthermore, the poison on your palm won't affect me in the slightest. There's no point in stalling for time."

In their brief clash, Qin Ming had detected a potent poison in the man in black's palm technique. Despite having lived for over ten thousand years, Qin Ming had never encountered such a toxin.

Not even a Martial Grand Master could bridge the gap to poison someone at the Martial Sect Stage with their techniques.

Yet, this man in black had managed to do just that. If not for Qin Ming's Pill God Body, he'd likely be figuring out how to purge the poison from his system right now.

Such a domineering poison was truly unprecedented.

"You're unharmed!" The man in black's eyes flickered with panic upon being outed by Qin Ming.

Even the revelation that the young man was a Martial Sect Stage expert hadn't fazed him before.

He had poisoned Martial Sect experts to death in the past.

Qin Ming wasted no more words. He charged, kicking the man in black's calf, intent on subduing him first, then extracting information.

The man in black tried to dodge the incoming kick, but the disparity between him and Qin Ming was too vast; he stood no chance of evading.

He howled in agony as he hit the ground, his leg bone shattered.

Qin Ming raised his right foot and stomped down on the man's arms and legs, breaking all his limbs in an instant.

"Now, are you ready to talk?" Qin Ming's voice was cold and unyielding as he looked down at the man in black.

The man in black coughed violently, fixing his gaze on Qin Ming as his eyes slowly glazed over with a vacant stare.

"The Saint Lord will surely seek vengeance on my behalf. I'll be waiting for you in the afterlife."

Qin Ming pried open the mouth of the man in black to find a tooth already shattered.

In an instant, the man had no breath left in him; he was dead.