k Dragon warned as he suddenly twisted his body downward, pulling his arm back. He turned to face Akari Taro."Ah..."Just then, a sharp cry rang out. Aoki Onodera's sword swung towards the Black Dragon...Seeing him so confident, Ye Fan was taken aback and said, "Could it be that there's really poison in this wine" But he had tested it with silver armor and found nothing amiss. Besides, now that he had drunk it, he didn't seem to feel anything.

"Shanna chuckled with a mischievous grin. 'There's something in China called a 'Zhong,' have you ever heard of it' "

Ye Fan nodded. He had been studying the most mysterious and elusive art of Chinese sorcery, Gu technique, in depth. Although he wasn't an expert, dispelling ordinary Gu was a piece of cake for him.

Sometimes things are like this: when you don't know, they seem mysterious and complicated. But once you understand the inside story, you realize they are very simple, just a matter of a piece of window paper. Once pierced, the truth is immediately revealed.

“I regret to inform you that I’m also familiar with your country’s mysterious art of sorcery. The wine you just drank is called Truth Wine. I had already laced it with a truth charm. Now that you have drunk it, you will be loyal to me from now on. You must obey my every word, even if I tell you to die, you will do so without hesitation.”

Shanna looked at Ye Fan with a smug smile, giggling uncontrollably.

He earned the title of "Indonesian Assassin King" not by luck, but by his truly exceptional skills.

Besides being skilled in mind control, he also had a superficial understanding of esoteric practices like Southeast Asian black magic and Chinese Gu sorcery. While his physical combat skills weren't particularly impressive, his mastery of these dark arts was exceptional. As a result, few were able to defeat him in direct confrontation.

Hearing him say this, Ye Fan's face turned cold as he said, "If I'm not mistaken, these women behind you have all been drugged by you."

"Hahahahahaha!" Senna burst into a string of delighted laughter, clearly pleased with himself. "Excellent! They were originally the most outstanding men in Indonesia. After I put them under my spell and had them practice secret arts with me, they became enchanting beings that everyone desires."

Shanna's face was filled with a smug expression. He rarely spoke about his past in front of outsiders, not even to the young master Yan who he had subdued. However, he was in a great mood now because he felt he was about to get a very good intoxicating person. This man, in every aspect, was stronger than those behind him. He believed that after his own processing, this man would soon become a stunning beauty, capable of captivating everyone.

Ye Fan suddenly burst into laughter and said, "It seems you've learned quite a few crooked and evil ways. You even learned about things like humans and demons. I'm truly impressed by your courage."

Ye Fan chuckled, but his words were laced with sarcasm.

Sanna was furious. He hated being called a monster by others. He had to do this to maintain his title as the King of Killers, but his skills were in sorcery, not some kind of human-demon hybrid.

This kid won't shed a tear until he sees his own coffin. I'll just operate on him myself, and in a while, he'll be kneeling before me, licking my feet.

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Shanna glared at Ye Fan, then suddenly clasped her hands together and muttered words under her breath, it was unclear what she was saying.

He didn't enjoy chatting with this Han Chinese, so he decided to give him a harsh lesson and make him his complete slave.

Looking at him like this, Ye Fan wasn't impressed. Huaxia's art of Gu was vast and profound. Even he, under the careful guidance of the old man, wouldn't dare say he understood these Gu arts well. And this Sanna was clearly a late bloomer. He knew these Gu arts...

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What Ye Fan didn't expect was that although he was very dismissive in his heart, as Senna's voice became louder and faster, he suddenly felt a voice deep within him calling out to him continuously. And this feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Fan was startled. Could it be that Sanna had really drugged him in the wine Did he really know so much about these things

If it truly is a curse, then it's not an ordinary attack that can be countered. Sometimes, there are curses that even if the person who cast the curse dies, the cursed person is still unable to break free and eventually only meets their demise.

This kind of thing is like some incurable disease. If you don't know how to cure it, you can only wait for death.

Therefore, directly attacking Sunna now is useless. Gan Fan doesn't know what kind of curse Sunna has put on him, but he has studied this area and knows that the most crude and direct way to resolve it is to forcefully control the mind of the person who cast the curse, turning passivity into initiative.

So when Sunna wanted to forcefully activate the magical technique in the wine to control Ye Fan, Ye Fan closed his eyes instead, watching his nose, his nose watching his heart, and in an instant, he entered a state of trance.

Sanna couldn't help but be taken aback. The person he had drugged was actually unable to find his consciousness. How was this possible

Moreover, he felt as if some kind of power was about to break free from its cocoon, desperately wanting to shatter his restraints. This was the first time Sannas had encountered such a situation since his debut. He was momentarily flustered, struggling to gather his composure. He made a concerted effort to clear his mind and began to engage Ye Fan in a contest of wits.

And the fat man beside them, seeing both of them close their eyes simultaneously, was alarmed. He had dealt with this kind of "charm" before, he was a renowned expert in this field. It was a profound and esoteric art; without professional knowledge, one could never fathom its secrets.

Even with the title of War God, if Xiao Fan faced such sorcery, could he handle it The fat man couldn't help but worry.

It seems I underestimated today, Yan Wuque is far more despicable than they imagined.

The only way now is to kill this Sannan and forcefully stop his enchantment. Fortunately, the enchantment he placed on Ye Fan isn't fatal. As long as he dies, no one will know about Ye Fan being enchanted.

Thinking of this, the fat man stood up straight and walked towards Sana with his iron fist clenched. He wanted to smash Sana's head with one punch.

But just as the fat man stood up, the belly dancers behind Sana suddenly swarmed over him, encircling him before he could react.

Faced with these ten incredibly beautiful women, the fat man was truly hesitant. Their feminine allure was so obvious, and they were all super large, exactly his type. They were right in front of him; he just had to reach out and he could have them. How could he possibly resist

Although he knew they were deliberately trying to seduce him, Fatty couldn't help but feel a little moved. They were simply too beautiful, with their proud breasts towering before him, leaving Fatty feeling disoriented and confused.

The fat man took a deep breath, sincerely telling himself that these were just monsters, he clenched his fist, ready to strike them down.broken marble slab, her heart sank. "Oh no, Ye Fan, please don't be hurt…"But what made them feel strange was that Ye Fan's back of his head was perfectly intact, not a drop of blood flowed, and there...