C455 A Conspiracy!

Jue Xin stood no chance against Qin Ming; it was a death sentence. No amount of armor, no matter how sophisticated, could shield him from Qin Ming's vengeance.

Qin Ming had stealthily positioned himself behind the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator, his iron fist poised to strike.

"Boss, he's right behind you!" The burly man had been vigilantly scanning the area