Hong Minghui sneered and said, "You're quite arrogant, aren't you? Do you think you can win against me?"

  Du Ming also laughed and said bluntly, "Is that so? I think I'm being humble, but you think you can win over me? That's what's arrogant."

  Hong Minghui heard this and snorted in disdain, then rushed towards Du Ming, one hand clenched into a fist and punched straight at Du Ming's face.

  Du Ming flashed by slowly and steadily, and Hong Minghui brushed past his body in a rush, without touching Du Ming at all.

  Du Ming turned around and smiled at Hong Minghui, who gritted his teeth, turned back, and changed his fist into a palm, pushing Du Ming again.

  Du Ming was still unhurried and slow in appearance, looking like a leisurely stroll, but his speed was extremely fast, and with a flicker of an eye, he flashed to the side of Hong Minghui's body.

  Hong Minghui's palm didn't touch Du Ming again, and he felt a bit anxious and flustered, suddenly turning around to stare at Du Ming vigilantly.

  However, Du Ming did not take advantage of Hong Minghui's rush to attack him from behind, but instead continued to stroll with his hands in his sleeves, smiling and watching him.

  Hong Minghui hastily stretched out his hand, with a dozen or so shiny silver needles clutched between his fingers, and made two swift slashing motions at Du Ming before charging forward.

  Hong Minghui swung his arm, and his hand waved in front of Du Ming. Du Ming slightly twisted his body to avoid the sharp needles, then suddenly stretched out both hands, grasped Hong's wrists, and with a strong twist, threw Hong onto the ground.

  Hong Minghui was heavily slammed to the ground by Du Ming, let out a loud cry, and Du Ming stepped on Hong Minghui's neck with one foot, saying fiercely, "Don't move! Otherwise, I'll trample your neck!"

  Hong Minghui gritted his teeth and stared at Du Ming, suddenly exerting himself to raise his hand, and a yellowish mist spurted out from the center of his palm, carrying an eerie fragrance.

  This puff of fog sprayed directly onto Du Ming's face, and Hong Minghui saw this situation and immediately burst out laughing triumphantly, shouting wildly, "Hmph! You're nothing but that! So simple, yet you were secretly calculated by me!"

  Hong Minghui sprayed the yellow, colored mist at Du Ming, which was a violent poison that would take effect within five seconds. Seeing Du Ming get hit, he immediately burst out laughing and waited for Du Ming to fall down.

  However, Hong Minghui laughed for half a day, Du Ming still smiled and stepped on his neck, standing firmly in place looking at him, making Hong Minghui's hair stand on end, laughing until his voice was hoarse.

  Du Ming leaned back with his hands behind him, slightly bowing his head and said, "Is it Po Xiang fragrance? Hmm, this blend isn't bad, looks like you have some skills too. Why do you always give us those inferior goods that are made with subpar materials?"

  Hong Minghui stared at Du Ming in shock, incredulously shouting, "How can you be fine! I increased the toxicity of this poison! How is it possible that you're still standing here!"

  "Oh, it's been overdosed with toxicity," Du Ming raised an eyebrow and said, "No wonder I said this fragrance is too thick, more fragrant than the usual broken fragrance, it seems you added more ingredients yourself."

  Hong Minghui was shocked to see Du Ming, who had been poisoned by his own deadly poison, speaking calmly and composedly, with no signs of injury or weakness. He exclaimed in alarm, "What kind of person are you? How did you do it? You were poisoned by my toxin but nothing happened?"

  Du Ming smiled, but his eyes were icy cold, making Hong Minghui shudder.

  Du Ming lowered his body, leaned in close to Hong Minghui's face, and said in a low, cold voice, "How did I do it? Why don't you go back and ask your sect leader?"

  Hong Minghui was taken aback and subconsciously repeated, "Our sect leader?"

  Du Ming continued, "I'll ask you a few questions, and you'd better answer me honestly. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead. When you were learning how to make poison, did you ever get poisoned by a lethal dose? Was that feeling pleasant? Believe me, I'll make you suffer a thousand times more than that!"

  Hong Minghui couldn't help but shrink back when he heard Du Ming's words, but suddenly remembered something and stiffened his neck, saying stubbornly, "You can't treat me like this! Have you forgotten about your two companions? I'll tell you, they've both been poisoned by me! If they don't get my antidote, they'll die immediately! Don't you care about them anymore?"

  "Hmph," Du Ming sneered, speaking in a tone that was utterly unconcerned. "Those two people? I couldn't care less about whether they live or die. You think you can use them to threaten me? Besides, do you think your poison is the only one that can be antidoted? I'm not even afraid of your broken fragrance, and as for the small dose of poison you gave those two, it would be easy for me to find an antidote. Don't you understand? You have no leverage, no advantage in front of me. The only thing you can do is listen to my words, answer my questions, and that way, you might be able to reduce your suffering a bit."

  Hong Minghui seemed to be unwilling to give up and wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he didn't know what to say to turn the situation around, so he could only say in terror, "Okay, I'll cooperate obediently. What do you want to ask?"

  "Hmm, that's more like it. With this attitude, I might just spare your life," Du Ming slightly raised his body, one foot still stepping on Hong Minghui's neck, and looked up to recall something before lowering his head again, "I just remembered what you said earlier, isn't your sect called the Duan Kong Sect?"

  "Yes, yes," Hong Minghui nodded laboriously and said.

  "Alright, then I'll ask you, is your sect's leader your master?"

  Hong Minghui said, "Yes, we are a rising sect. Our Duan Kong Sect was founded by my master, and now everyone is the first generation of disciples, all his apprentices."

  "Hmph," Du Ming coldly snorted, and then asked, "What is your sect leader's name?"

  Hong Minghui hesitated for a moment, Du Ming saw his hesitation and slightly exerted force, the foot that was stepping on Hong Minghui's neck pressed down, and the bones in Hong Minghui's neck made a faint cracking sound. Hong Minghui cried out in terror, "No! No! I'll say it! Our sect leader is called An Pingwen!"

  Du Ming furrowed his brow, snorted in anger and let out a breath through his nose. He had indeed not guessed wrong, the one who was collaborating with Qi Changrui and Li Li was actually An Pingwen. This traitor, who had deceived his master and escaped from the sect, dared to establish his own school and accept disciples on his own, truly shameless!

  Hong Minghui saw Du Ming's angry expression and was a little afraid, Du Ming lowered his head again to stare at him and asked, "I'll ask you again, how many people are there in your sect?"