Death Grip
With a single point of his finger, the murderous Blood-colored Sword Light from Xing Chen seemed to be frozen in mid-air as if it had been subjected to a binding spell. Similarly, Xing Chen's Ninefold Thunder Palm was also suspended in the air, unable to advance even an inch.
Then, a powerful Soul Power surged towards him, causing Xing Chen's body to tremble, rendering him incapable of any movement.
"I have surpassed you; with your strength, you cannot pose a threat to me."
Zhang Mengning looked at Xing Chen and spoke slowly. At the same time, the sword light in the air and the lightning coalescing in Xing Chen's palm dissipated as her words fell.
Trapped by her Soul Power, Xing Chen glared at Zhang Mengning, gritting his teeth. Suddenly, a silver light flickered in his eyes, transforming them into swirling silver vortexes from which a strange allure gradually emanated.
Across from him, Zhang Mengning found herself drawn to his gaze, locking eyes with him.
As their gazes met, Zhang Mengning's expression became dazed and vacant, the hint of disdain on her face vanishing without a trace.
With Zhang Mengning's change, the Soul Power that had bound Xing Chen slowly dissipated, allowing him to regain his ability to move. However, he dared not make any sudden movements and merely stared intently at Zhang Mengning.
At this moment, Zhang Mengning was temporarily bewitched by Xing Chen's power. However, the gap between their Soul Powers was vast; one careless moment could allow her to break free from his control and awaken. If that happened, Xing Chen would be in real danger.
"Bewitched by Immortals, Buddhas, and Spirits, **Plaque of the Underworld——"
The silver glow in Xing Chen's eyes intensified while beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Forcing control over someone as powerful as Zhang Mengning, who far surpassed him in cultivation level, was an immense drain on his energy.
Yet beyond this, he had no other means to deal with Zhang Mengning, so he could only maintain control over her.
At this moment, Zhang Mengning remained dazed and expressionless, completely under the influence of Xing Chen's power. Meanwhile, he held the Slaying God Sword, slowly approaching her.
Now is the only chance to kill Zhang Mengning; if this opportunity is missed, it will be Xing Chen who dies.
Soon, Xing Chen arrived in front of Zhang Mengning, his body drenched in sweat as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.
"Die!"
A fierce light flashed in Xing Chen's eyes as he swung his sword violently towards Zhang Mengning. The blood-red Slaying God Sword, carrying an endless aura of slaughter, was instantly at Zhang Mengning's side.
Buzz!
However, at that moment, a layer of green light suddenly rose up, enveloping Zhang Mengning and blocking Xing Chen's lethal strike.
"Earthly Infinity, Heaven and Earth Borrowing Method, Yin-Yang Five Elements, protect my true self, Golden Escape Technique!"
Seeing that his decisive blow had gone awry, Xing Chen quickly stepped on the ground, trying to make a quick escape. However, this time he was not so fortunate.
The Golden Escape Technique was merely something he had hastily learned on the spot; he hadn't truly mastered it. He only remembered the incantation and the method of use. Without long-term practice, how could he use it freely?
Thus, this time Xing Chen faced tragedy; the Golden Escape Technique failed to take effect, causing his expression to darken significantly.
He quickly shifted his form and used Shadow Shift to run towards the passage.
"Trying to escape?" At that moment, Zhang Mengning finally regained her composure. A hint of anger appeared in her eyes before she coldly looked at Xing Chen and extended her fair hand slightly forward.
A force of confinement immediately surged towards Xing Chen, and the entire Yellow Sand Palace was restrained by Zhang Mengning's Soul Power at that moment.
Xing Chen was naturally not exempt from this; he was also trapped in mid-air. At this moment, he was only a step away from the passage. If he had just a moment of time, he would be confident in escaping. Unfortunately, Zhang Mengning did not give him that moment.
Moreover, due to the immense consumption of Soul Power when controlling Zhang Mengning earlier, Xing Chen had no strength to resist against Zhang Mengning's powerful Soul Power.
"Under the Yang Spirit Realm, you are the first person to make me suffer. I have to admire you," Zhang Mengning said coldly as she walked up to Xing Chen. The thought of having lost herself in a gaze with Xing Chen filled her with anger.
With her own strength, even a strong individual from Yang Spirit Peak could not make her lose herself with just a glance. Yet this person before her had accomplished something that many Yang Spirit Realm experts could not.
"Hmph, falling into your hands, I have nothing to say. However, it is absolutely impossible for you to obtain anything from me," Xing Chen snorted coldly, not even glancing at Zhang Mengning.
"Rest assured, I will make you obediently hand over what you've obtained," Zhang Mengning was unfazed by Xing Chen's words; she believed that with her methods, he would not be able to withstand it.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Zhang Mengning finished speaking, a sudden sound of something cutting through the air was heard. Xing Chen's expression shifted slightly as he looked up ahead. However, before he could make any other move, he felt something suddenly enter his mouth and was swallowed down.
"This is the Heartbreak Elixir. I believe that with this, you will definitely hand over what you have," Zhang Mengning said with a slight smile as she looked at Xing Chen.
The Heartbreak Elixir she had just forced into Xing Chen was an extremely potent poison. Anyone who consumed it without an antidote would endure inhumane suffering every day.
The pain was no less than being pierced by ten thousand arrows or undergoing slow slicing; moreover, this pain would be inflicted from within his own body, which would undoubtedly double the agony.
Xing Chen stared at Zhang Mengning with a cold glint in his eyes. Although he did not know what kind of elixir the Heartbreak Elixir was, just hearing its name made it clear that it was definitely not a good medicine; otherwise, Zhang Mengning would never have forced him to take it.
Once the Heartbreak Elixir entered Xing Chen's body, it instantly transformed into a wisp of black smoke that quickly traveled toward his Dantian. Despite Xing Chen using all his means to try to block the advance of the black smoke, it proved ineffective.
Just as the wisp of black smoke was about to enter Xing Chen's Dantian, a jade pendant shimmering with Black Light suddenly appeared in front of the black smoke. The pendant radiated Black Radiance, and then a force emanated from it, instantly absorbing the wisp of black smoke.
Seeing that the toxin of the Heartbreak Elixir had been absorbed by the Mysterious Jade Pendant, Xing Chen finally relaxed his tense heart. However, at that moment, the Mysterious Jade Pendant released the absorbed black smoke once again.
Xing Chen's expression turned grim at that moment, and the toxin of the Heartbreak Elixir entered his Dantian in the next instant.
"Damn it!" Xing Chen cursed inwardly but had no way to counter it; he could only helplessly accept this reality and wait for the effects of the Heartbreak Elixir toxin to take hold.
After a while, the wisp of black smoke remained in Xing Chen's Dantian, yet he felt no pain at all, as if this wisp of black smoke was not a lethal toxin but merely ordinary Vital Energy.
"What is going on?" Xing Chen thought to himself, but on the surface, he pretended to be in great pain to deceive Zhang Mengning.
Gradually, Xing Chen discovered that he could actually control this toxin. This surprised him and filled him with joy; since he could control this toxin, there was hope for him to escape from Zhang Mengning's grasp.
"Could it be that jade pendant is behind this?" Xing Chen couldn't help but think, while outwardly he maintained an appearance of extreme suffering, drenched in sweat and looking weak.
"I... I'll give you what I have; just give me the antidote!" Xing Chen bit his lip tightly, his eyes bloodshot and his face twitching continuously. At that moment, he seemed to be succumbing to the torment of the poison within him and was compromising with Zhang Mengning.
"I thought you were tough; turns out you're just all talk," Zhang Mengning said disdainfully as she looked at Xing Chen. Just moments ago, Xing Chen had confidently told her that it was impossible for her to get what she wanted from him, yet now, in just a short while, he had already softened.
"Ah—quickly give... give me the antidote..." Xing Chen seemed unable to bear the intense pain any longer and let out a cry. His gaze towards Zhang Mengning carried a hint of pleading.
"You want the antidote? But I don’t have one. How about this: you give me what you have obtained, and I’ll make your suffering end quickly?"
Zhang Mengning smiled slightly, looking at Xing Chen with a playful expression. At the same time, she pointed lightly into the air; Xing Chen, who was trapped in midair, suddenly fell down.
Bang!
Xing Chen slammed hard onto the ground, rolling in agony and screaming, while Zhang Mengning watched with great interest at the suffering Xing Chen.
"Give me the antidote... give me the antidote... don't let me suffer like this! Ah—" Xing Chen rolled on the ground, occasionally letting out cries of pain. After a while, it seemed that Xing Chen had become so weak that even the strength to scream was gone.
It appeared as if he had fainted from the pain, lying there motionless.
Seeing this, Zhang Mengning couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly. Xing Chen couldn't die yet; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to obtain what she desired.
Soon, Zhang Mengning approached Xing Chen, crouching down to look at the unconscious figure. However, to her surprise, just as she crouched down, Xing Chen's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened wide, a cold glint flashing through them.
Then Xing Chen slightly parted his lips, and a plume of black smoke suddenly erupted from his mouth, sweeping toward Zhang Mengning.
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