Chapter 820 - 792: Heart-Mesmerizing Technique!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clear and deafening sound of two swords clashing seems to have even shattered the sky.

Remnants of shadows fill the sky above the Fire Lake Islands, sword qi rampaging wildly.

The spectators standing at the edge are already dazzled, unable to capture the figures of Sun Zhe and Bailang with the naked eye, and can only vaguely discern who is who by the colors of sword qi.

Seeing Sun Zhe being able to confront Bailang, a formidable enemy from the Outer Domain, and fight back and forth, even piercing Bailang’s chest with a sword, many Earth Martial Artists present feel emboldened, starting to rally with raised arms, as if sharing in the glory.

"Damn it, who says we Earthlings are inferior to these Outer Domain scoundrels?"

"The ancestors of those Outer Domain scoundrels were Earthlings!"

"Hahaha... It must be our Conical Hat Hero, who specializes in dealing with Outer Domain scoundrels!"

"..."

At this moment, the tense heartstrings of Zhu Yan, Lin Shuqing, and Han Xinyue slightly relax.

Sun Zhe’s formidable strength has entirely exceeded their expectations.

However, Chu Chenglong’s face has become extremely unpleasant, filled with fear.

With Sun Zhe’s ability to fight back against Bailang, he shudders to imagine what the consequences would have been if he had previously fought Sun Zhe.

...

The sky above the central region of the Fire Lake Islands.

At this moment, Sun Zhe is becoming increasingly bold in battle!

Bailang’s power is immense, and his sword qi is extremely lethal; each clash causes Sun Zhe’s arms to fracture from the intense shock!

But thanks to his heaven-defying Undying Body, he withstands blow after blow.

In contrast, Bailang, wounded by Sun Zhe’s sword to the chest earlier, finds his offensive growing weaker as his injuries worsen.

"Clang—!"

After yet another clash, Sun Zhe seizes the opportunity as Bailang grows weak, using the Eye of Binding to hold him still for a moment. He flies forward, cleaving with a sword to sever Bailang’s entire left arm at the shoulder.

"Husband!"

Watching from afar, Lin Feiyan can no longer restrain herself; her heart races as she flies forward just in time to intercept Sun Zhe’s sword aiming for Bailang’s throat with a palm strike.

Sun Zhe is pushed back several hundred meters before stabilizing, feeling a twisting pain in his abdomen; many of his internal organs have been shattered by Lin Feiyan’s palm force, yet as he exhales a breath, the shattered organs begin to heal and reform in an instant.

"Husband, I will help you!"

"Yan’er, step back; today... I must personally kill this brat!"

Lin Feiyan, tears in her beautiful eyes, looked at the spot where his blood gushed from a severed arm, she scolded sharply, "Husband, why insist at a time like this?"

Bailang glanced at her, biting his lip, but said no more.

Then Lin Feiyan stared ahead at Sun Zhe, saying to Bailang, "This brat is truly strange; I’ve seen him endure multiple severe injuries from you before, his arm bones are completely shattered, any ordinary person would’ve turned into mush, yet he’s perfectly fine now, breath steady, no sign of injury... Does this brat possess some healing secret treasure?"

Bailang clutches his severed arm, silently using his power to staunch the bleeding, speaking with difficulty, "This brat is terrifying, far beyond expectation. Yan’er, his flesh is invulnerable, we can only try to target his Divine Sense."

"In that case, leave it to me."

Confident in her ability to deal with Divine Sense, Lin Feiyan steps forward.

At this moment, Sun Zhe speaks, "Finished strategizing, you lovebirds?"

Lin Feiyan floats towards Sun Zhe, her fragrant breeze drifting closer, stopping abruptly a few dozen meters away, she gazes at Sun Zhe, calmly stating, "Kunlun ant, for daring to hurt my husband, you must repay a hundredfold!"

Sun Zhe chuckles, ready to speak, but suddenly freezes, his gaze seemingly captured by Lin Feiyan, unable to look away.

Lin Feiyan’s clear, bright eyes seem like they can captivate the soul; just gazing into them leaves Sun Zhe feeling stiff, unable to move.

Simultaneously, he feels his sea of consciousness churning, his mind dazed, some mysterious power invading his sea of consciousness.

"Young one, is this body of mine beautiful?"

Suddenly, his vision brightens, images shift; a captivating scene manifests—Lin Feiyan’s flirtatious eyes glance towards him, gently removing her white dress, revealing snow-white skin.

Sun Zhe swallows discreetly, feeling his Yang Qi surge instantly within.

"No, it’s an illusion!"

Quickly closing his eyes, he bites down hard on his tongue, hoping the pain will bring him back to clarity.

Curiously, even with eyes closed, he still sees Lin Feiyan.

Lin Feiyan’s tempting allure sends hidden signals, her graceful body subtly shifting; she’s almost fully released from her constraints.

The magnificent and stunning jade-like body emits a polished lustrous glow, as if formed from a meticulously crafted piece of beautiful jade, captivating the soul.

Sun Zhe’s heartbeat intensifies, clearly hearing his blood rushing in his ears.

His body seems to lose control; despite knowing full well it’s an illusion, he finds himself moving zombie-like toward Lin Feiyan, giving up all resistance.

...

The sky above the Fire Lake Islands.

Seeing Sun Zhe there, seemingly petrified, Bailang breathes a little easier, speaking to Lin Feiyan, "No surprise it’s Yan’er’s ’Heart Delusion Technique’, subduing this brat in a mere instant."

Lin Feiyan’s eyes hold cold disdain as her white dress and long hair flutter, she casts an indifferent gaze toward Sun Zhe.

Seeing a certain part of Sun Zhe raised high, her eyes fill with contempt, she laughs lightly, "Now that he’s been hit by my Heart Delusion Technique, it’s likely he’s thinking improper things. He’s certainly a vigorous young man."

Bailang’s eyes glint with cold light, urging, "Yan’er, seize this chance quickly and kill him, leave no room for him to recover!"

Lin Feiyan waves her delicate hand, a long sword appears within it, she flies forward, stabbing toward Sun Zhe’s dantian, then strikes at Sun Zhe’s forehead with a palm.

"Soul Vanquishing Palm!"

Before the palm strikes, the fierce palm wind blows off Sun Zhe’s Conical Hat of Tribulation.

Yet just as her clean white palm was about to hit Sun Zhe’s forehead, Sun Zhe suddenly opens his eyes, revealing a captivating pair of golden vertical pupils!

Lin Feiyan freezes in shock, momentarily unresponsive, as Sun Zhe’s fist land on her abdomen.

With a thunderous bang.

Ferocious Fist Force erupts instantly, Lin Feiyan’s abdominal garments explode into a rain of fabric shreds, her graceful form like a severed kite, retreats backward.

"Yan’er!"

Bailang cries out, immediately flying toward Lin Feiyan.

"Don’t mind me, kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Bailang halts abruptly, immediately changing direction, flying toward Sun Zhe, single-handedly wielding his sword to slay.

"Scum, die!"

Sun Zhe stands unmoving, as Bailang’s sword approaches, he throws another punch.

The punch invades like the wind; before Bailang got close, the punch shockwave blew off his garments, sending him like a shot arrow flying backward.

Standing still.

Sun Zhe remains unmoved, looking at his fist, croaking, "Xiao Zhezi, using your body to execute Dragon Intent Fist is indeed quite painful."

"Booming—!"

Just then, thunderous echoes reverberate from the sky.

Sun Zhe glances up, his golden vertical pupils slowly restore themselves, saying, "Your body is returned to you. The Conical Hat of Tribulation has been knocked off, and the Way of Heaven has locked onto your presence; it’s time for your tribulation."

"..."