Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect Chapter 112: Newbie Village Fish Blasting

When a monk who had cultivated a Golden Body fell heavily to the ground at the front of the formation, Guang Ming at the rear instantly reacted.

"Should I attain Buddhahood, if the beings in my land are not entirely golden in color, I shall not take up the Supre Right Enlightennt."

This was the "Great Mantra of the True Golden Body", one of the forty-eight great mantras in the 『Root Sutra of Mahayana Right Enlightennt』, and it was also the divine mantra Guang Ming primarily cultivated.

As Guang Ming's voice spread, golden light blood from the bodies of all the monks it passed, as if they had all received the blessing of the Golden Body.

Then, these golden bodies connected with each other, forming a golden canopy that gradually spread out in all directions!

This was a protective great mantra.

Under the blessing of the great mantra, even those who had not cultivated the Golden Body Art could temporarily obtain its power.

Moreover, the more people there were, the greater the enhancent of the mantra's power.

However, in the blink of an eye, a loud explosion rang out.

Boom!

Before Guang Ming's stunned gaze, the great mantra's protective light he had just activated with all his strength lasted less than a second before being effortlessly shattered by a flash of sword light.

In the blink of an eye, another monk was decapitated.

"This is impossible... Foundation Establishnt True Person!?"

Guang Ming's pupils shrank sharply.

His "Great Mantra of the True Golden Body" also carried positional authority.

In theory, even a grand divine ability should not be able to break it so easily.

And he had seen Lü Yang's Blood Sun Sword Pill clearly.

At best, it barely qualified as a superior magical tool.

Even among superior magical tools, it was far from top-tier, let alone comparable to a spirit treasure.

With such material, it should have been impossible to break his protective great mantra.

Unless the opponent's positional authority was far above his own!

"To think I’d see this day…"

As the sword light swept out, Lü Yang let out a satisfied breath.

After all, having played in high-level matches for so long, today he finally stumbled into a newbie fish pond match.

Guang Ming's guess was spot on.

Lü Yang had not used any divine abilities at all.

Given his current high positional authority, which was close to Foundation Establishnt, even if he urinated, it could pierce through Guang Ming.

"Utterly without challenge."

"But… I love things without challenge!"

"After all the hard work to reach a high realm, isn’t it all for the sake of bullying newbies?"

"Blasting fish in the newbie village is my favorite!"

The next mont, a Vajra Pestle ca crashing down.

Lü Yang raised an eyebrow at the sight, neither dodging nor evading, calmly watching the Vajra Pestle crash onto his forehead without even scratching his skin.

The gap in positional authority was as vast as the sky.

In combat between cultivators, if their positional authorities were not equal, it was like soone at the foot of a mountain trying to strike soone standing at the peak—utterly impossible.

Thus, even a Vajra Pestle capable of splitting mountains and rocks was no more than a gentle breeze to Lü Yang.

It couldn’t even hinder his movents.

In an instant, Lü Yang once again transford into sword light, stirring up a wave of air as he slashed toward another monk, taking yet another head.

However, at that mont, Guang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up.

Imdiately, a jade bottle appeared in his hand, which he threw toward Lü Yang.

The jade bottle exploded mid-air, releasing waves of crimson flas that spread rapidly.

Wherever the crimson flas passed, it was as if a bottomless abyss had appeared, madly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.

Several monks standing near Lü Yang were rely brushed by the firelight.

Without even managing a scream, they were reduced to a puff of blue smoke in the explosive flas, leaving not a single bone behind!

Guang Ming retreated rapidly as if fleeing from a venomous snake.

This was because this fla was known as the "Six Harmonies Dust-Cleansing Fla".

It used spiritual energy as fuel.

As long as spiritual energy existed, it was unquenchable.

Once it landed on a cultivator, it clung like bone-eating maggots.

More importantly, its positional authority was high enough.

It had been bestowed by his master, the "Fulong Arhat", taken from the Heavenly Gang 【Blazing Fire Dragon】.

It was sothing for Foundation Establishnt cultivators, naturally overwhelming against Qi Refining cultivators!

"This person was still too arrogant…"

Guang Ming watched wide-eyed as the crimson flas filled the air, engulfing Lü Yang’s figure.

His previously tense mood imdiately relaxed, and he let out a long breath of relief.

"Such a pity… once he's burned to ashes, he can’t be offered to the 【Fulong Temple】 anymore."

However, in the next mont, he froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief, only to see Lü Yang standing leisurely within the sea of crimson flas.

Only his eyes shone red under the reflection of the fire.

"...No!"

Before Guang Ming could finish his words—

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the crimson flas suddenly spread even more violently, instantly engulfing the surrounding monks.

And within the flas, there was still a figure harvesting lives with impunity!

The so-called "Six Harmonies Dust-Cleansing Fla" might have posed a massive threat to others, but to Lü Yang, it was utterly useless.

After all, he had seen the real 【Blazing Fire Dragon】 in his previous life.

How could a re split-off fla possibly harm him?

Lü Yang casually perford a corpse-shedding technique, shedding his form and easily escaping all the flas.

Imdiately after, he once again transford into sword light, reversing the explosion of the "Six Harmonies Dust-Cleansing Fla".

Borrowing the montum of the fire, he began a frenzied slaughter.

Heads flew skyward, trailing streams of blood.

Such a scene terrified the remaining monks.

Guang Ming felt only icy despair in his heart.

What a joke, this was definitely a direct disciple of the Primordial Saint Sect’s True Lord.

How could a great devil like this be soone he could hope to fight?

However, he remained exceptionally calm at this mont.