Chapter 787 - 759: Three Needles to Fix the Soul!

"Boom—!"

Before Sun Zhe could react, a fist shape condensed from water spiritual power shot straight through the air, like a ray of light, instantly blasting a transparent hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

Blood mixed with shattered flesh and bone flew through the air.

Sun Zhe could no longer feel any pain, only a fleeting daze in his brain, and he couldn’t breathe.

The next moment, as he felt unspeakable agony, the damage to his body was already in the process of healing and repairing.

"Boy, put down the Map of Ten Thousand Instruments!"

Qin Yuanfei rapidly descended to the ground, the long sword in his hand dazzling with cold light. As the water attribute spiritual power spread in all directions, even the space around him seemed to freeze.

Little Dragon Girl, who had been watching from the Ring Space, quickly said, "You must be careful of this old fool, he’s already stepped into the threshold of the Combat Realm, his strength should have surpassed the Soul Void Realm."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, hurriedly grabbed the severed hand of Qin Hong still holding the Map of Ten Thousand Instruments and swiftly stored it in the Ring Space, then jumped back and executed the Witch’s Step to its fullest while throwing a black thunderball toward Qin Yuanfei.

This was his self-created Daoist Skill — the Black Yao Thunderball!

Seeing the black spherical lightning flying straight at him, Qin Yuanfei’s gaze slightly tightened, and he paused momentarily, casually slashing it with his sword.

A loud booming sound ensued.

The thunderball burst like a cracked watermelon, instantly scattering into countless thunder snakes flying wildly.

Qin Yuanfei’s sword momentum surged, ready to pursue, but the next moment, the flying thunder snakes were all transformed into thunder blades under Sun Zhe’s Divine Sense control, shooting at him from all directions.

"Little thief, your sinister thunder attribute is indeed rare, but you yourself are too weak!"

Qin Yuanfei remained unmoved, his eyes reflecting coldness and disdain. Suddenly, his entire body exuded Sword Qi, instantly dissipating the thunder blades.

At this moment, Sun Zhe had already retreated over a hundred meters.

He was sweating profusely, staring at Qin Yuanfei with a serious expression, not daring to breathe heavily.

Facing Qin Hong and Wang Daqing, he felt no pressure at all, but facing Qin Yuanfei, he felt immense oppression. Even without direct confrontation, he was already feeling heavy and breathless, as if an invisible mountain was weighing down on him.

Sun Zhe asked in his heart, "Sister Long, this old man’s strength is too overpowering, he could crush me in a minute, how about you take over?"

Little Dragon Girl replied, "But I can’t do anything right now."

"Really?" Sun Zhe was somewhat incredulous, thinking Little Dragon Girl might be trying to avoid work.

Little Dragon Girl sighed, not saying more.

If she could lend a hand, she would undoubtedly do so without hesitation, but at this moment she’s weaker than even a Golden Core Realm.

Previously, in the illusory starry sky, the remaining Divine Sense of Long Youyou forcefully drilled into her consciousness sea when it was dissipating, and it has been influencing her, even attempting to possess her!

Thus, she needs to expend a vast amount of effort to resist Long Youyou’s possession, leaving her no room to assist Sun Zhe with the current enemy.

"You have an Undying Body; he can’t kill you. You just need to stall until that woman returns."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but think bitterly.

This Undying Body is indeed extremely defiant, but it hurts a lot too!

Most of the time, pain is scarier than death!

"Little thief, return the Qin King’s Map of Ten Thousand Instruments; I’ll let you keep your whole corpse!"

As Sun Zhe pondered, Qin Yuanfei shouted like thunder, already appearing before him like a ghost.

In an instant, it seemed as if Sun Zhe was shackled in an invisible restraint. Under Qin Yuanfei’s absolute power, he couldn’t move at all.

Sun Zhe raised his eyes and met his gaze, speaking difficultly, "I won’t hand it over!"

"Sneer."

Qin Yuanfei didn’t waste words, directly slicing Sun Zhe’s throat with a sword.

Strangely, the next moment Sun Zhe climbed back up, immediately deploying Witch’s Step to widen the gap with Qin Yuanfei.

Seeing this, Qin Yuanfei’s gaze slightly darkened, casually slashing upwards, and the sword light like a rainbow flew through the air. Sun Zhe couldn’t evade, instantly having his left arm severed.

The sword light remained undiminished after severing his arm; unstoppable, it continued in a straight line, splitting several mountain peaks into two before dissipating.

The air suddenly became silent.

The distant crashing of the segmented mountain peaks sounded like deafening thunder!

Sun Zhe picked up the severed arm and pressed it against the cut, allowing it to heal and regrow, slowly turning to gaze at those straightly split mountain peaks in a daze.

"Is this still human?"

Just then, Wang Daqing, standing to the side, spoke up, "Senior Qin, this child is quite bizarre; his flesh body is undead. You must target his Divine Sense!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but glare at Wang Daqing.

"Old man, do you think no one will treat you as dumb if you don’t speak?"

"Now I see."

Qin Yuanfei suddenly smiled, flipping his wrist, and three golden needles like chopsticks quietly appeared between his fingers.

He looked at Sun Zhe with interest, smiling faintly, "Since your flesh body is undying, then I shall extinguish your soul."

"As for your flesh body, it seems to be a precious treasure that needs thorough research later."

As he spoke, Sun Zhe suddenly discovered his body was no longer responsive, being restrained by a Sword Qi, automatically flying toward Qin Yuanfei.

"Hiss!"

Qin Yuanfei stood still. When Sun Zhe fell in front of him, his fingers gently flicked, and a golden needle darted straight through Sun Zhe’s brow, leaving a small tip outside.

"Ah—!"

In that instant, Sun Zhe’s previously calm consciousness sea was stirred into tumultuous waves, and the unspeakable pain caused him to cry out in agony.

Qin Yuanfei smiled, seemingly enjoying Sun Zhe’s cries.

"Kid, I’ll give you one more chance, obediently hand over your acquired treasure, and I can make it quick for you."

"Otherwise, taste my soul-consigning three needles. You’ll regret being born into this world."

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, his body trembling violently, speaking with difficulty, "You damn... don’t..."

"Snicker!"

Before he could say the word "think," a golden needle in Qin Yuanfei’s hand darted straight down, piercing through Sun Zhe’s crown, leaving a small tip outside.

Sun Zhe immediately rolled his eyes, weakly kneeling on the ground.

This time, he could no longer scream.

He could clearly feel his consciousness sea collapsing, his soul about to vanish.

Even the Undying Body transformed by the Human Emperor Pill couldn’t prevent the soul’s demise!

Qin Yuanfei looked down at the half-kneeling Sun Zhe, expressionless, holding the last golden needle, slowly aiming for his temple.

"Kid, this flesh body is young and strong, along with your death-defying ability, it could serve as my future backup body."

Sun Zhe, bleeding from all seven orifices, lamented inwardly, feeling he might meet his end today here.

"Mother... Yan’Er Qiaoqiao... Shuqing, Shiyan... sorry, I might not... make it back."

"Just try touching him again."

As he felt despair, his life flashing before his eyes, a cold voice suddenly emerged from the cave abode behind him.

Instantly, the air between heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

Qin Yuanfei abruptly felt himself stiffen; the sharp tip of the needle was less than a centimeter from Sun Zhe’s temple, yet he couldn’t push it down any further.

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