It swallowed the Zen Master whole before his stunned gaze and frozen expression. Simultaneously, the red light raced through the black clouds overhead, causing the entire sky to flash red as countless bolts of lightning poured madly down.
The howling wind and driving rain instantly beca a conduit for the lightning. A deluge of red bolts poured down, blanketing the entire area beneath the black clouds and transforming it into a Thunder Realm, as if a Thunder God had descended.
ROOOOOMBLE—
The red lightning spread everywhere, striking every possible target in the instant it flashed. It was far more powerful than the Polluted Heaven Rain Technique used monts before.
The Zen Masters below were already struggling to resist the corrosion of the polluted rain, their own Techniques partially depleted. Now, under the lightning, they suffered an unspeakable degree of harm.
Yang An ignored the others, directly shattering the blue lightning this Zen Master had drawn down from the black clouds. His opponent had already suffered a backlash from the Daoist Technique, a grievous self-inflicted wound.
The Sacrificial Dao Yin Thunder pierced through his body, giving him no chance to retaliate. In that sa instant, Yang An controlled the Golden Dust and snuffed out the last of his life.
As a Demon Barrier was absorbed into the Xian Shrine, another Forbidden Artifact Fragnt fell into his hands. Unfortunately, it was only a Lower Grade fragnt.
With three Middle Grade Forbidden Artifact Fragnts already in his possession, Yang An couldn’t help but look down on a Lower Grade one. Still, it was better than nothing, so he put it away.
Yang An didn’t need to say a word. Upon sensing a delicious soul, the Bow Lady would always be the first to secretly make a move and devour it.
By the ti he turned his attention back, the black clouds overhead had completely scattered, pierced by the light of dawn, which showered down the brilliance of the early morning.
Yang An’s gaze swept downwards. Every last one of them had been affected by the Sacrificial Dao Yin Thunder and had not yet recovered.
It was ti for the harvest.
A smile touched Yang An’s lips as he dove straight down, like a bird of prey that had locked onto its quarry.
Unable to use the Power of Rules, these n were utterly helpless before Yang An.
He was suprely confident it wouldn’t take him more than the ti it takes an incense stick to burn to kill them all.
But just as Yang An landed on the ground and appeared before the first man, just as he was raising his hand like the Grim Reaper to reap both the body and soul of the man before him...
OMMM!
A sound like a great bell suddenly rang in Yang An’s ears.
The next mont, countless golden Scripture Mantras appeared out of the void, enveloping the terrified Zen Master before him.
Yang An’s arm, completely covered in Golden Dust, lashed out in a punch, colliding head-on with the abruptly appearing Scripture Mantras.
The Scripture Mantras, which had ford a barrier, shuddered violently before erupting with a powerful shockwave that bore down on Yang An alone.
WHOOSH—
His expression turning grim, Yang An was forced back more than ten ters, his feet carving long furrows in the ground as his gaze swept in other directions.
He saw that it wasn’t just the man before him; similar barriers ford from Scripture Mantras had appeared around everyone else as well.
These barriers protected the entire group. His punch, which could have shattered half a man’s body, was unable to shake these barriers in the slightest.
At the sa ti, an ethereal, indistinct voice suddenly emanated from the void and reached Yang An’s ears.
"Buddha’s Son De Ji, the Joyful Shrine Association aims to release Demon Barriers, not to create needless slaughter. If you use others as nourishnt for your own Cultivation Level, you will eventually sink into an endless, bitter sea of Demon Barriers. How about you stop now and find another target?"
"..."
The sudden voice made Yang An abandon the thought of testing the barriers again.
He could hear the authority of a superior in the voice; this was not an equal like these Zen Masters.
The voice didn’t sound like Elder Monk Hai Shu, whom he knew. It was soone else entirely.
’Another Bodhisattva from Great Virtue Temple, one I’ve never t? He wants to protect these people?’
After a mont of speculation, Yang An imdiately guessed the speaker’s identity.
"Has a Bodhisattva co in person? De Ji pays his respects."
He casually perford a Buddhist salute, his attitude showing no disrespect despite his imnse inner frustration.
’This guy could have shown up earlier or later, but he chooses this exact mont to appear. What’s his ga?’
"I am the East Zhengtai Celestial Venerable Good Bodhisattva, Dharma na Hai Si."
It was, as he’d thought, one of the other Bodhisattvas Yang An had never t. Rumor had it that Great Virtue Temple was ho to many experts at the Insect Dao Realm—even more than the Golden Thread Pavilion. If not for the legendary Immortal Platform within the Golden Thread Pavilion, it wouldn’t even be qualified to contend with Great Virtue Temple.
It was just that since entering Great Virtue Temple, Yang An had never t any Insect Dao Realm Bodhisattvas other than Hai Shu. These figures were exceedingly mysterious.
’I never expected my first ti eting a Bodhisattva other than Hai Shu would be like this,’ he thought. ’Coming here to tell to stop?’
But even if a Bodhisattva had co in person, Yang An had his own retort.
"Greetings, Hai Si Bodhisattva. De Ji has only ever heard of the three prohibitions of the Joyful Shrine Association. From where does this talk of ’needless slaughter’ co? Besides, I was rely warming up. I haven’t fully released my Demon Barrier, so I am still far from falling into a bitter sea of them. Isn’t your arrival a bit premature, Bodhisattva?"
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