Martial Master

Only God knows why that black eye gave off an extremely sinister feeling. Just one glance made one feel cold and evil.

Under the gaze of that deep black eye, an invisible force suddenly invaded Qin Chen's mind.

Qin Chen felt a dizziness in his head, as if he was about to fall into a state of confusion.

Buzz!

At that moment, a faint golden light suddenly emanated from the golden seed in Qin Chen's mind, instantly awakening his previously hazy consciousness.

"What? I almost got bewitched? This isn't the Eye of Illusion; the Eye of Illusion shouldn't be this strong!" A sinking feeling welled up in Qin Chen's heart.

Although the Eye of Illusion was powerful, who was Qin Chen? His mental and spiritual strength was so formidable that it was nearly impossible for such a force to invade him. Yet just now, he felt a cold power probing him, almost luring him into a state of delusion.

If it weren't for the sudden surge of the golden seed in his mind, he would have likely woken up at the last moment but would not have done so so easily.

"Eh, Master, why does this eye seem so much like the Demon Tribe's Eye Technique? This cold power? No, it's indeed the Eye Technique, but it seems to be a variant of the Eye Technique, with some alterations."

As Qin Chen was secretly alarmed, a low voice resonated in his mind. It was the skeleton helmsman from the Magic Suppressing Cauldron who sensed something unusual and murmured a transmission in secret.

Although the skeleton helmsman was in seclusion in the Magic Suppressing Cauldron, he could still sense abnormalities from the outside world, and he was immediately awakened by this cold power.

Qin Chen was startled. Damn, someone from the Enforcers Hall is peering at me, and this skeleton helmsman dares to show himself? He hurriedly said, "Stay put. If you get discovered, you'll be in trouble."

"Don’t worry, Master. I used to be the Demon Monarch of the Demon Tribe. Do they really think they can discover me with this little variant of the Eye Technique? Haha, not in this lifetime."

The skeleton helmsman chuckled confidently.

Qin Chen was speechless. Damn, even at a time like this, this skeleton helmsman is still so arrogant. Is he looking for death? No matter how confident he is, if he gets discovered, he won't end well, and at that point, no excuses will save him.

Sensing Qin Chen's emotions, the skeleton helmsman immediately gave an awkward dry laugh, then obediently concealed himself, completely hiding his presence.

Although Qin Chen was not bewitched by the Eye of Illusion, he intentionally pretended to be confused, his eyes becoming dull, and his mind hazy, allowing the other party to wreak havoc.

Seeing Qin Chen bewitched, Deputy Commander Gong smiled slightly, a hint of confidence appearing at the corner of her mouth. She coldly said, "Tell me your name?"

"Qin Chen!"

"Where do you come from?"

"From the Hundred Dynasties!"

"What is your purpose for coming to Alchemy City?"

"To become the Holy Son of Alchemy City, advance into the Martial Domain, and make myself stronger!"

Qin Chen answered dully, responding mechanically to Deputy Commander Gong's inquiries, as if he had lost independent thought and was at her mercy.

Hiss!

Everyone in the room collectively gasped, staring blankly at the controlled Qin Chen in shock.

What secret technique was the leader of the Enforcers Hall using? It was so terrifying that it could instantly control a genius's mind?

It should be noted that before, Qin Chen remained immovable even under the pressure of the Blood Lonely Martial Emperor, but now, he was instantaneously bewitched, showing no resistance at all. This was too frightening!

The expressions of the crowd looking at the various martial artists from the Enforcers Hall instantly changed. No wonder the Enforcers Hall became one of the most terrifying forces in the world; with such horrifying secret techniques, what secrets couldn't they extract once captured? Who would dare oppose them in the future?

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, a wave of coldness surging from their feet to the top of their heads.