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!"