Chapter 596: Advancement Again? The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King Fails Once More

Flesh, Buddha Light, and the inner core combine, causing the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's body to begin slowly growing.

A hundred‑legged creature dies without stiffening; even when its body is broken, it can still be reborn.

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King realized this, his eyes widening, turning back to watch his wound of flesh continuously regrowing; his lower half also began a slow rebirth. Flesh rebirth—this is the innate talent of his Ten Thousand Poison Centipede body, as well as his flesh talent.

Yu Chongzi's body, containing immense energy, was digested by him and became the energy for his flesh regeneration.

Even a thunder tribulation cannot hinder this rebirth; the Heavenly Dragon Daoist also witnessed the scene.

"You..."

"A hundred‑legged creature dies without stiffening, yet you can still be reborn."

"Flesh rebirth, you brute, have even grasped such divine art."

The Heavenly Dragon Daoist trembled as he rose, forcing his numbness—caused by the thunder tribulation—to stay upright; though he could barely stand, he did. His eyes glowed red as they fixed on the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King. He would not allow the Demon King to complete his dragon transformation. If his body were to rebirth, the fully restored Ten Thousand Poison Demon King would again have hope of becoming a dragon.

A thunder tribulation can be endured over time, but the Heavenly Dragon Daoist cared little and drew his sword.

"Return my master‑nephew's life!"

"Slash the dragon."

"Slash the dragon."

"Slash the dragon."

He swung three consecutive swords; the three Techniques of sword Qi merged into a massive blade.

The fierce sword Technique cut everything, and space began to warp.

The surrounding area warped under this sword Technique; the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's body could not move, intoxicated by the joy of flesh rebirth. Having just grasped this flesh divine art, he lifted his head, intending to summon the Ten Thousand Buddha Tower.

Above the sky, thunder and lightning bombarded down.

Two massive bolts of thunder fell toward them; the Heavenly Dragon Daoist pretended not to see, his sole focus to kill the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King.

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King gritted his teeth at the sight.

"Ten Thousand Buddha Tower."

"Infinite Buddha Light."

"Amitabha Buddha."

His body became covered with Buddha Light, a layer enveloping him like a golden form.

Heavenly Dragon Buddha Body.

The Golden Body divine art of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, after his alteration, became his flesh divine art.

He had kept this divine art hidden, unwilling to use it.

At this moment, he had no choice but to use it.

Within his body, a lotus platform appeared, enveloping his entire form.

Third‑grade White Lotus Platform, the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple's supreme defensive treasure, an exquisite Spiritual Artifact.

White light flickered as the lotus blossomed.

The blade was blocked.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Tower vibrated once and returned to the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's dantian.

That sword Technique had not yet finished when it struck the White Lotus Platform; the platform quivered a few times, successfully blocking.

The thunder tribulation bombarded, causing the White Lotus Platform to tremble, then violently shake.

In the next instant, the White Lotus Platform could not hold; the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King dispersed it, his flesh resisting the thunder tribulation.

"Heavenly Dragon Buddha Body."

"Amitabha Buddha."

At this moment, he seemed like a Buddha, not a Demon King.

All demonic aura faded.

Using the thunder tribulation to disperse his demonic aura and body, he intended for Buddha Light to replace everything.

He wishes to metamorphose again, to Advancement the Heavenly Dragon.

The thunder tribulation faded; the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's Buddha Light surged, compassionate toward all.

The Heavenly Dragon Daoist widened his pupils, unable to speak: "Damn, this demon has again attained insight; the Buddha teachings of the Ten Thousand Buddha Tower have accelerated his metamorphosis."

"This demon, to completely shed his demonic body, he is about to Advancement."

"To stop him, we must stop him, even at the cost of death."

The thunder tribulation he ignored; that tribulation pained him, yet he could not watch the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King Advancement.

"Slash the dragon."

"Jade Heavenly Dragon."

Another sword was swung.

This sword contained all his power—sword Technique, true Qi—poured entirely into the strike.

The blade vibrated, emitting a clashing sound.

"Die."

One sword, as if the heavens and earth were to split.

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King transformed into a human shape, seated aloft, the White Lotus Platform reappeared.

At this moment, he was enveloped by Buddha Light, truly a Buddha, not a Demon King.

"Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha's compassion, Heavenly Dragon benefactor, you have gone too far."

"Great compassion."

His right hand extended, like a sky‑covering giant hand.

Protector downwards, the blade could not cut through this hand.

It seems everything has ended.

Great Compassion Hand, Protector of everything.

This is one of the great divine arts of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, its power boundless.

The Heavenly Dragon Daoist, seeing this, gritted his teeth and spat a mouthful of essence blood.

After the blade drank the blood, it emitted a dazzling light.

His body began to sway.

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique."

"No Fault."

Another sword, another divine art.

No Fault, heaven and earth are without fault.

All things shatter.

Great Compassion Hand collides with the blade, mutually annihilating.

Everything fades into the formless.

The Heavenly Dragon Daoist drew his sword, leapt across the sky, and landed directly before the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King; the sword pierced the White Lotus Platform's defense and drove straight into the Demon King's torso, at the dantian.

After taking human form, his dantian was easy to locate.

The blade, pierced through.

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King looked up, unable to block the passage: "You…"

The blood-soaked Heavenly Dragon Daoist bared his teeth in a wild laugh: "Ten Thousand Poison Demon King, even if I die, I will take you down with me."

"You beasts, how could you plague the world?"

"Heavenly Heart Sect is not something you beasts can shake."

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique."

"Sin."

This sword is a blade of mutual destruction.

Sword Path divine art, mutually annihilating.

"Damned, Heavenly Dragon Daoist, you bastard."

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's body was cut open again; this time, his human form was split in two.

The White Lotus Platform could not stop it.

Watching the scene unfold with his eyes wide open, unwilling, he opened his massive jaws and tore at the Heavenly Dragon Daoist's neck.

Poison, injected.

One human, one demon, a life‑or‑death battle.

The two bodies slowly descended and stood on the ground.

The Heavenly Dragon Daoist's eyes turned black, and his body began to rot.

The toxin attacks the heart, unstoppable.

Death became inevitable.

But he did not let go, maintaining the pose, no matter what the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King did, he would not release.

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King opened his mouth, poison spreading over his entire body; he was beyond saving.

"Cough cough cough."

"Damned."

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King could not feel joy; his hope was shattered again.

Even as the Heavenly Dragon Daoist faced death, he would make him fail.

His body split in two.

The lower half stood, the upper half could no longer keep balance.

That sword continuously emitted Technique, destroying his body.

They kept the pose, not separating.

"Boom—"

Even the thunderbolt bombardment could not separate them.

Lightning from the heavens kept falling.

Chen Chuyang, seeing this, couldn't help but praise: "The Heavenly Dragon Daoist is no coward; in the end, he even chose mutual destruction."

"The madness lies not only with the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King, but also with the Heavenly Dragon Daoist."

He cannot hold back; he knows he cannot leave this place.

Jing Yuheng and his companions would not let him leave, nor would Chen Chuyang.

Only by risking everything, pulling the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King along, would he not lose.

He, the Heavenly Dragon Daoist, has not wronged the Heavenly Heart Sect.