Zhong Ding’s face was filled with gravity.

His gaze swept over Su Mo and his group one by one.

He wanted to discern any clues from their faces.

However, after watching for a while, he couldn’t find any flaws.

For a moment, his brows furrowed tightly.

Suddenly, he heard a laugh coming from behind Su Mo.

He saw another masked man step forward gently and say softly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, why not try circulating your Inner Strength and see if your inner breath flows smoothly?

"Is there any unbearable pain in what you do?"

Zhong Ding found these words familiar.

Stunned, he then suddenly became furious:

"Do you dare to mock your grandfather?"

These were the very words he had just said to Su Mo and his group.

"Just you?"

The speaker’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

Before Zhong Ding could speak, he heard someone beside him let out a soft groan and collapse on the ground.

Zhong Ding quickly leaned over to look and saw the Zhong Jian sect disciple, full of pain, say:

"It’s... it’s the Stagnant Qi Powder!"

"What?"

Zhong Ding was taken aback. This Stagnant Qi Powder was something he had acquired at great expense, intending to use against Su Mo and his people. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Wang Sanhei led Su Mo and his group onto the island, seemingly coerced by Su Mo to find Boss Guo.

But actually...

It was a ploy to lead them here.

Zhong Ding and his group had already set up the Stagnant Qi Powder here, and as soon as Su Mo and his group arrived,

in just a moment, the colorless and odorless Stagnant Qi Powder would fill their meridians.

It would be hard to manipulate the flow of Qi, let alone fight.

Unexpectedly, the Stagnant Qi Powder, which was supposed to be Su Mo and his group’s burden, somehow ended up on their own heads.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at the person who had just spoken next to Su Mo:

"Who are you?"

That person simply sneered: "You’re not qualified to know."

This person was none other than the sick young master.

However, this face that once wreaked havoc in Jianghu is now constrained by Little Situ, forced to stay by Su Mo’s side following orders.

If he always appeared as himself, he would inevitably bring unnecessary trouble to Su Mo.

Therefore, before disembarking, Su Mo had asked Shi Shengtian for a mask.

Originally, he thought the old man might not have one.

It turned out that the old man indeed carried several with him... ready to replace at any time.

Thus, one was fitted for him to wear.

The Stagnant Qi Powder was colorless and odorless but couldn’t escape the eyes of this Poison expert who practiced and used it.

With a bit of skill, the situation was reversed.

Not only did Su Mo and his group remain unharmed, but it was also entirely returned to the Zhong Jian sect.

Zhong Ding’s expression turned ashen, and sounds of frustrated groans rose and fell around him.

In just a moment, bodies were lying all over the place.

Zhong Ding slightly circulated his Inner Strength, but his face turned pale, and he hastily pulled out an antidote from his pocket and swallowed it.

He quickly distributed the antidote.

Su Mo did not stop them and simply asked two Dragon King Hall disciples to dig the ground.

In a few moves, the earth collapsed rapidly.

Someone reached down and pulled a person out from the ground directly.

The dusty figure, after a few pats, revealed themselves to be Wang Sanhei.

He had set a trap for Su Mo and his people, intending to burrow underground to escape.

When Su Mo stomped, instead of knocking him out directly, it stunned him.

For a short while, it wasn’t a problem, but if it took too long, he might suffocate underground, so it was just as well to dig him out and let him catch his breath.

By this time, the whole Zhong Jian sect group had taken the antidote.

Zhong Ding took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and said:

"Fine... indeed Hero Su has extraordinary methods, with countless talents under his command.

"Today, we admit defeat...

"The mountains are high, and the rivers are long, we shall meet again!"

Su Mo didn’t even acknowledge him.

Zhong Ding snorted coldly, turned, and was about to leave.

After just one step, he kneeled with a thud.

His eyes bulged, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly looked back at Su Mo:

"You... did you poison us?"

The sick young master gently shook his head:

"As they say, courtesy demands reciprocity.

"Our Chief has always been a man of rules.

"Remuneration and exchange are the first lessons, if you bestow a big gift, we wouldn’t let it go unanswered, or the Jianghu folks might say our Chief lacks courtesy?"

"..."

Zhong Ding, infuriated, suddenly spat a mouthful of blood.

He felt a burning pain within, unbearable:

"What... what poison did you give us?"

"Just a small trick, not worth your concern."

The sick young master chuckled maliciously.

Even Shi Shengtian twitched at the mouth upon hearing it.

The sick young master’s words were just as exasperating as Su Mo’s.

Zhong Ding looked around, seeing the disciples’ faces turning blue, knowing without timely treatment, it would be dire.

For the Martial God Temple, Zhong Jian sect had come here with everything they had.

If they were all lost here, the name Zhong Jian sect might cease to exist in Nanhai.

Thinking of this, he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly:

"Hero Su, spare us!

"This is all my doing; the disciples only acted on my orders.

"If Hero Su wants to kill, kill me instead.

"They are still young; please, Hero Su, show mercy, leave a path for my Zhong Jian sect."

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

The surrounding Zhong Jian sect disciples, seeing this, forcibly endured their pain and said:

"Please get up, don’t beg him!"

"Indeed... As disciples of the Zhong Jian sect, if we must die, let us die; why suffer mockery before death?"

"Master, please get up!"

"Silence, all of you!!"

Zhong Ding was furious: "Shut your mouths, or be expelled from the sect!!"