It was already difficult for a World Master to kill an Immortal, let alone a peak Marquis-Level Immortal or even a King-Level Immortal.
Of course, Qin Ming could choose to kill ordinary Immortals, but if he relied solely on killing ordinary Immortals to slowly accumulate credit, how long would it take to complete that mission?
He had no intention of wasting thousands or even tens of thousands of years on the Outer Battlefield.
With that thought, Qin Ming began considering leaving.
Previously, restricted by military regulations, even a personal disciple of the Chaos City Lord had to obey the chain of command until completing the required military merits.
But now, he had accumulated one billion military merits and was free. He could leave the Outer Battlefield or act alone at any time.
He looked at everyone.
"Captain."
Everyone turned their eyes toward him.
"I came to the Outer Battlefield with other missions besides fulfilling the military merit quota. Even if I don't say it, I'm sure you can all guess."
Owen nodded. A World Master capable of instantly killing a high-ranking military lord-level Immortal could not possibly have come for money or ordinary training.
"Just now, after killing that Immortal, I completed my one billion military merits," Qin Ming said.
"I'm free now."
Everyone froze.
"You mean—" Owen's voice paused slightly.
"You're leaving?" Blood Fiend blurted out. Over the past few days, he had interacted with Qin Ming the most.
The others silently watched Qin Ming without speaking.
"Yes." Qin Ming nodded.
"Everyone, we've faced life and death together these past few days. That makes us comrades. Once we leave the Outer Battlefield in the future, we'll meet again.
For now—I'll be going."
"Be careful," Owen said solemnly.
"Stay safe," Blood Fiend could only remind him.
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