In the blink of an eye, the Poison Smoke Squad and Poison Spear Squad had perished at Zhou Qiming's hands, leaving everyone present utterly stunned.
One black-clothed person after another collapsed into pools of blood, their faces filled with regret and despair. They had previously arrogantly believed Zhou Qiming unworthy of an elder's personal attention, but now they realized how laughably ignorant their thoughts had been.
"What? Is this Captain Zhou's true strength? He's practically on par with a Gold-Rank Blade Catcher."
"Even a Heavenly Prodigy from the Human Ranking would be no better than this."
"Perhaps he really can stop the elders of the Myriad Poisons Sect."
Several Bronze Blade Catchers sucked in cold breaths. Shock and admiration shone in each other's eyes. Zhou Qiming's strength far surpassed their imagination; he might truly be able to fight a Viscera Refining Martial Artist.
Song Quan was even more than a hundred times more shocked. He knew the Poison Spear Squad trained by the sect inside and out. Their teamwork was extraordinarily seamless, and together they could easily slaughter a Tendon Transformation Martial Artist.
Yet now they had failed, unable even to break Zhou Qiming's skin. It was simply inconceivable.
"Damn it, what Hardening Skill does this brat practice? It can even rebound the corrosive force of aqua regia. He's a monster!"
Song Quan sucked in a cold breath, no longer composed as he had been before. If his master did not step in soon, things might go terribly wrong.
Invincible below the Viscera Refining Martial Artist level—Zhou Qiming's strength filled everyone with fear and dread.
Just as the scene fell silent for an instant, the final Poison Net Squad suddenly leaped out from behind the rocks.
Four iron nets and rope nets tempered with poison formed an impenetrable web, surrounding