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Chapter 113: Fish Frying in the Newbie Village
Chapter 113: Fish Frying in the Newbie Village
As the vanguard Buddhist cultivator—a golden-bodied monk—collapsed, Guangming at the rear immediately sprang into action.
"If I attain Buddhahood, may all beings in my land possess true golden bodies."
This was the True Golden Body Great Spell, one of the forty-eight supreme incantations from the Mahayana Perfect Enlightenment Root Sutra, and Guangming’s primary divine ability.
As his voice reverberated, golden radiance erupted across every Buddhist cultivator in the group. It was as if they’d all received golden-body enhancements simultaneously. The golden lights intertwined, forming a vast canopy that expanded outward in all directions.
It was a protective formation spell. Under its effects, even those without golden-body cultivation could temporarily wield its power. The more participants, the stronger the amplification.
But in the blink of an eye—
Boom!
Before Guangming’s wide eyes, the golden barrier he’d poured his strength into lasted less than a second before shattering effortlessly under a slash of sword light.
In an instant, another monk fell, their head cleanly severed.
"That’s impossible! A Foundation Building Realm practitioner!?"
Guangming’s pupils constricted. His True Golden Body Spell carried its own status rank. Even supreme divine abilities shouldn’t breach it so easily.
He’d clearly seen Lv Yang’s Blood Sun Sword Core—a high-grade treasure at best, not even top-tier among such artifacts, let alone comparable to spirit treasures. Theoretically, such a weapon couldn’t pierce his protective spell unless the opponent’s status rank towered over his own!
"So this is my day, huh…"
As sword light flashed, Lv Yang exhaled in satisfaction. After countless high-stakes battles, he’d finally stumbled into a pond of easy prey.
Guangming’s suspicion was spot-on.
Lv Yang hadn’t even used a divine ability. With his near-Foundation Building status rank, he could’ve pierced Guangming’s defenses with nothing but a casual piss.
"Absolutely no challenge at all."
"But you know what? I love effortless victories! What’s the point of cultivating to such heights if not to dominate the weak? Fish frying in the newbie village is my favorite pastime!"
The next second, a vajra staff smashed down.
Lv Yang arched his brow, unflinching as the weapon struck his forehead without even breaking his skin.
Status rank disparities eclipsed all else. In martial contests between cultivators, mismatched ranks were like mountain-top titans versus valley dwellers—utterly futile. Thus, even a vajra staff capable of splitting mountains felt no more threatening than a breeze to Lv Yang.
It couldn’t even slow him.
In a flash, Lv Yang transformed into sword light again, carving through another monk and sending a head soaring.
But Guangming’s eyes suddenly gleamed.
In his hand appeared a jade vial, which he hurled at Lv Yang. Midair, it shattered, unleashing waves of crimson flames.
The fire spread like an abyssal void, devouring surrounding spiritual energy. Several monks near Lv Yang caught the edge of the blaze—before they could scream, they vaporized into smoke, leaving no trace.
Guangming retreated like a man fleeing venomous snakes, knowing the flames’ nature.
This was the Heaven-Sweeping Purifying Flame, fueled by spiritual energy itself. So long as spiritual energy existed, the fire would burn unchecked, clinging to victims like a curse.
More crucially, its status rank was formidable.
Bestowed by his master, the Subduing Dragon Arhat, it originated from the Foundation-Building-tier Blazing Inferno Dragon. Against Refining Qi cultivators, it was overkill.
"This fellow’s overconfidence will be his end", Guangming muttered, watching the scarlet inferno swallow Lv Yang whole. His tense muscles relaxed as he exhaled deeply.
"Pity. Now he’ll be ashes instead of joining our Subduing Dragon Temple…"
But the next moment, he froze.
Through the raging flames stood Lv Yang, utterly unfazed, his eyes glowing crimson in the firelight.
"Shit!" Guangming barely spat out the word before—
Boom!
The flames erupted outward, engulfing the remaining monks. Amid the explosion, a figure continued its massacre.
The Heaven-Sweeping Purifying Flame? To Lv Yang, it was less than useless.
In his past life, he’d seen the true Blazing Inferno Dragon itself. A mere fragment of its power couldn’t touch him.
With a casual Corpse Liberation Art, Lv Yang shed the flames like a molting insect. Then, he redirected the blaze, amplifying its explosion as he resumed his slaughter—heads flew skyward in sprays of blood.
The surviving monks trembled in terror.
Guangming felt icy dread. This had to be a diguán—direct disciple—of a Holy Sect True Lord! How else could someone of his caliber stand no chance?
Yet now, he steeled himself.
No fleeing!
The enemy clearly mastered sword teleportation—escapees would become moving targets. And with his mediocre evasion arts, he’d surely lag behind.
Death guaranteed.
In a flash of insight, Guangming roared: "Brothers, hold fast! Watch my techniques!"
His voice rang full and confident, as if still in control. As their leader, his authority steadied the group. The crumbling formation regrouped around him.
But Guangming knew this was temporary.
They obeyed only hoping he could counter this demon. If they realized he was bluffing, panic would return.
Swish!
Another head soared.
The remaining monks huddled, channeling all their power into protective golden light, staring desperately at Guangming.
"You said you’d handle it! Do something!"
The next moment, Lv Yang loomed above them, smirking. He clenched his fist, conjuring a swirling mass of dark clouds.
"Gathering together saves me the trouble of hunting you one by one."
With a flip of his palm, the clouds erupted skyward, swallowing the heavens. Winds howled as shadowy mists churned, condensing into serpentine lightning bolts. At Lv Yang’s command, the storm crashed downward like a celestial avalanche.
Nine Heavens Supreme Secret Demon Yin Thunder!
This divine ability required no finesse—pure overwhelming power through superior status rank and mana.
The lightning waterfall smashed into the earth.
The monks’ golden light lasted mere seconds before fracturing under the bombardment.
A quarter-hour later, Lv Yang ceased his assault.
Below lay a charred wasteland of craters, unrecognizable as the battlefield it once was.
(End of Chapter)
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