Free Web NovelChapter 191: Chapter 191: Poison Sect Magic Artifact, Judge Pen _1
Ye Ming curled his lips, treating Ning Changsheng’s words as nothing more than wind by his ear, as if they were a mere fart.
"You’re capturing me just to kill me, aren’t you? Why should I show any kindness to you?"
"If you want to kill, then kill. Do the people of Poison Sect really love to waste words so much?"
Ye Ming’s words clenched Ning Changsheng’s fists in extreme anger.
"Fine! Then take this!"
Ning Changsheng swiftly drew a Jade Flute from his sleeve and flicked it towards Ye Ming.
With two whistling sounds, two slender Silver Needles shot out from the Jade Flute, flying towards Ye Ming.
As the Silver Needles were about to make contact with Ye Ming’s body, Ye Ming still didn’t dodge, and a pleased smile immediately spread across Ning Changsheng’s face.
"You’ve no chance to dodge now. The poison in my Silver Needles is the most vicious of our Poison Sect. Once it touches your skin, it will make you unable to live or die!"
"Ye Ming, even if you kneel and beg for mercy later on, I won’t give you the antidote!"
Ye Ming looked at Ning Changsheng again with the same look one gives to a fool.
A few Silver Needles came before Ye Ming, suddenly blocked by a golden light barrier and fell to the ground.
"Blocked... It was actually blocked?"
Ning Changsheng’s face changed drastically, greatly shocked.
He threw two more Silver Needles, aiming directly at Ye Ming’s face, but the ending was the same—the needles couldn’t touch Ye Ming’s body, stopped outside.
Ye Ming sighed helplessly and said, "As the Young Sect Master of Poison Sect, is this all the tricks you have?"
"It’s a pity, these little tricks are useless against me."
Ning Changsheng gritted his teeth and noticed the Jade Pendant on Ye Ming’s neck.
"If I’m not wrong, that golden light screen came from it, didn’t it? You think you’re the only one with a Magic Artifact? I’ve got one, too!"
After speaking, Ning Changsheng roared and poured his True Qi into the flute.
The flute emitted a series of green lights, transforming into an extremely sharp sword.
Ning Changsheng, wielding the long sword, immediately thrust it towards Ye Ming.
The blade was extremely sharp and carried with it a Sword Qi that caught Ye Ming’s attention.
Indeed, it was a good Magic Artifact, possessing such an effect that Ye Ming felt a desire to snatch it.
Although he had many Magic Artifacts, he hadn’t any for combat.
However, Ning Changsheng didn’t hold back at all. The Sword Qi he chopped out was extremely sharp, forcing Ye Ming to roll away awkwardly to dodge, not daring to take it head-on.
"Heh, you coward, only capable of dodging? Have the guts to take one of my moves and see!"
"My sword is very sharp, and it’s also poisoned. Just a touch to your clothes will kill you!"
Ning Changsheng gradually became crazed, frantically waving the sword in his hand, repeatedly chopping towards Ye Ming.
Eventually, Ye Ming lost his composure due to Ning Changsheng’s actions and gave up on the idea of seizing the Magic Artifact, kicking Ning Changsheng directly in the chest.
Ning Changsheng cried out in pain, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground as well.
Just as Ye Ming reached out to pick it up, he realized that the sword’s handle was also covered in a lot of poison. It seemed Ning Changsheng had been well-prepared.
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. I’ll tell you, don’t even think about it!"
Ning Changsheng climbed up from the ground in a wretched state and said viciously, "We of the Nanjiang Poison Sect are experts in using poison. Whether it’s on our bodies or Magic Artifacts, they’re all filled with the poison we’ve developed. If you dare to touch it, it will cripple you!"
Ye Ming snorted coldly, not taking it seriously at all.
"At worst, I’ll just let it go, but you won’t get it either."
Ye Ming took out two silver needles and, after infusing them with True Qi, struck the magic artifact.
After a loud noise, Ning Changsheng watched helplessly as his magic artifact was blasted into fragments, impossible to pick up.
"You..."
"You damn...", "Fine, you forced my hand!"
Ning Changsheng’s heart bled, for the magic artifact was one his father had purchased for him at a high price for protection. He had never been willing to use it, only taking out this treasure in extreme hatred of Ye Ming. Who knew that now the treasure was gone, everything was lost.
Enraged, he took a writing brush out of his pocket.
Ye Ming, with his exceptional vision, noticed at a glance that the writing brush in Ning Changsheng’s hand was also a magic artifact.
Three little characters were carved on the handle of the brush, "Judge Pen."
He took out a piece of yellow paper in his other hand and rushed onto the stage, soaking up a bit of Ye Ming’s blood.
Very quickly, several names appeared on the yellow paper: Ye Ming, Ye Zhiqiu, Jiang Rou, Ye Xuanfeng.
Ye Ming furrowed his brows, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition rise in his heart.
He demanded, "What are you going to do?"
Ning Changsheng bared his teeth in a mad laugh, saying, "Ye Ming, you think you can defy me? Let’s see how you’ll keep up your defiance now."
"This Judge Pen of mine has the power to decide life and death, and it’s also a magic artifact!"
"Just now, I used your blood to find your blood relatives. All I need to do is make a stroke across these names with the Judge Pen, and that person will die instantly!"
"But rest assured, I won’t let you die. Except for you, I’m going to cross out all the other names!"
This move was extremely vicious indeed.
Ye Ming didn’t want to believe it, but the names displayed on the paper made him have to.
Ye Zhiqiu was his grandfather, and Ye Xuanfeng was his father.
Ning Changsheng had found these blood relationships from his blood, which meant that everything he said was true.
Ye Ming had never met his father and grandfather; it was only in the deepest memories of his mind that he had their images!
He would rather die himself than watch his father and grandfather be killed.
"Ning Changsheng, how cruel you are!"
Ye Ming clenched his teeth tight, his eyes turning blood red.
Ning Changsheng held the Life and Death Book in one hand and the Judge Pen in the other, truly looking like the King of Hell as he watched Ye Ming with an air of arrogance.
He laughed and said, "Ye Ming, I’m giving you one last chance. Either obediently be my dog or kneel down and beg me. Remember, you must be sincere, or else your family is gone!"
As he spoke, Ning Changsheng infused the Judge Pen with True Qi.
The Judge Pen immediately started to shine bright, and the tip began to ooze ink.
"No!" Ye Ming clenched his teeth, wanting to rush over and stop it, but he dared not to act rashly.
Seeing his helpless look, Ning Changsheng laughed loudly, saying, "Ye Ming, now you realize your mistake, don’t you? There are many things in this world, many people you cannot afford to offend. Once you do, you have to pay the most painful price!"
"You might not fear death, but are you willing to watch your loved ones die before your eyes? Haha! It’s just too delightful. I didn’t want to use this method, but you were stubborn and forced my hand!" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Now, kneel down and kowtow to me, and I will let you off!"
"Otherwise!"
Having said that, Ning Changsheng pinched the Judge Pen and drew a large X over Ye Zhiqiu’s name.
