Chapter 113: Fishing in the Newbie Village

The moment a Buddhist cultivator with a forged Golden Body at the very front of the formation crashed down with a boom, Guang Ming at the very rear had already reacted.

"When I attain Buddhahood, if the beings in my land do not all possess a true golden hue, I shall not take supreme perfect enlightenment."

This is the "Great Spell of the Body of True Golden Hue," one of the Forty-Eight Great Spells in the Mahayana Sutra of Supreme Perfect Enlightenment, and also the primary divine spell Guang Ming cultivates.

As Guang Ming's voice spread, a golden radiance rose upon every Buddhist cultivator along its path, as if all had received the support of a Golden Body; then these Golden Bodies linked together, raising a golden canopy that slowly spread out in all directions!

This is a great spell for body protection.

Under the support of the great spell, even those who have not cultivated the Golden Body technique can gain the power of a Golden Body for a short time, and the more people there are, the greater the power of the support.

Yet in an instant, only a single explosive report was heard.

Boom!

Under Guang Ming's stunned gaze, the divine light of the great spell he had just fully activated lasted less than a second before being easily shattered by a sword light.

In the blink of an eye, another Buddhist cultivator was beheaded.

"This is impossible... a Foundation Establishment True Person!?"

Guang Ming's pupils shrank sharply; his "Great Spell of the Body of True Golden Hue" itself possessed status, and in theory, even great divine arts should not be able to break it so easily.

Moreover, Lu Yang's Blood Sun Sword Pill he had seen clearly; at best it counted as a superior magical treasure, not even top-tier among superior treasures, let alone comparable to a Spirit Treasure; with a sword pill of such material, theoretically it should be impossible to cut through his protective great spell.

Unless the opponent's status was far above his!

"So I have reached this day..."

As the sword light spread, Lu Yang exhaled contentedly; after fighting so many high-level matches, today he had finally stumbled upon a fish pond match.

Guang Ming's guess was very precise.

Lu Yang had not used any divine arts or spells at all; after all, with his current status approaching Foundation Establishment, he could shoot through Guang Ming even by taking a piss.

"It is simply without any challenge."

"But... I just love matches without any challenge! Working hard to reach a high realm, isn't it all for crushing the weak? Fishing in the newbie village is my favorite!"

The next second, a vajra pestle crashed down.

Seeing this, Lu Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and calmly watched the vajra pestle that crashed onto his brow without even scratching a layer of his skin.

The difference in status was greater than the sky; in cultivator duels, unequal status was like someone at the foot of a mountain trying to attack someone at the peak—simply impossible. Therefore, even a vajra pestle capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones was, to Lu Yang, equivalent to a gentle breeze brushing his face.

It could not even stop his movement.

In an instant, Lu Yang once again transformed into sword light, stirring up a wave of displaced air, and slashed down at another Buddhist cultivator, immediately carrying away a head.

Yet just then, Guang Ming's eyes brightened.

Immediately, a jade vial appeared in his hand; he threw it at Lu Yang, the vial exploded in mid-air, instantly erupting into swirling crimson flames that spread outward.

Where the crimson flames passed, it was as if an bottomless abyss appeared, crazily devouring the surrounding spiritual energy; several Buddhist cultivators standing close to Lu Yang, merely grazed by the firelight, did not even have time to scream before turning into a wisp of green smoke amidst the blazing flames, seemingly without a trace of bone or flesh!

Guang Ming himself, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, retreated rapidly after releasing the crimson fire.

For this fire was named the "Six Directions Dust-Cleansing Flame," using spiritual energy as fuel; as long as spiritual energy remained, it could not be extinguished, and upon a cultivator it clung like a bone-rotting ulcer.

More importantly, its status was high enough.

Because it was bestowed by his own master, the "Arhat Fu Long Arhat," taken from the Cheng Tian Gang 【Fiery Dragon】, a Foundation Establishment object; dealing with Qi Refining cultivators was naturally effortless!

"This person is still too arrogant..."

Watching the crimson fire fill the sky and swallow Lu Yang's figure, Guang Ming's originally tense mood instantly eased, and he let out a long breath of turbid air.

"Pity, once burned to ash, he cannot be brought into the 【Arhat Fu Long Temple】."

Yet the next second, he froze.

His eyes widened to perfect circles; he saw that amidst the sky-filling crimson fire, Lu Yang stood leisurely, with only a pair of eyes glowing red under the flames visible.

"... Not good!"

Before Guang Ming's words had finished—

Boom boom boom!

The crimson fire suddenly expanded amidst the explosions, directly swallowing the crowd of Buddhist cultivators around, and within the flames, a figure was harvesting at will!

The so-called "Six Directions Dust-Cleansing Flame," at best, could be said to be utterly useless.

After all, even the true 【Fiery Dragon】, Lu Yang had witnessed in his previous life; how could a mere split-off flame possibly harm him?

Lu Yang casually formed a hand seal for the Corpse-Release Technique, shed his form to escape, and easily broke free from all the fire qi; immediately, he once again transformed into sword light, reversed the flow to detonate the "Six Directions Dust-Cleansing Flame," and then, riding the fire, began a frenzied slaughter, with heads carrying bloody light shooting skyward one after another.

Such a scene made the Buddhist cultivators present tremble with fear.

Guang Ming felt only icy coldness in his heart; joking aside, this was absolutely a direct disciple of a Saint Sect True Lord; how could such a great demon be someone he could fight?

Yet at this moment, he was incredibly calm.

He could not flee!

The opponent clearly excelled in sword flight; fleeing would only make him a target, and besides, he considered his own flight technique poor; if he truly fled, he would certainly be left at the very rear.

Wouldn't that mean certain death?

Therefore, after a flash of thought, Guang Ming took action; he suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone, do not panic! Watch my technique!"

His voice was full of vigor and brimming with confidence, as if everything was still under his control; plus Guang Ming was already the leader of these people, possessing considerable prestige, so he immediately became the backbone of the Buddhist cultivators present, and the formation that was about to collapse stabilized once more.

However, Guang Ming knew this was only temporary.

They listened to him because they hoped he could deal with the demon before them.

Once they discovered he was pretending and could not deal with this great demon, they would still retreat in the end; they would not truly obey his orders to go to their deaths.

Swish—!

Sword light flashed, and another Buddhist cultivator's head shot skyward.

The remaining Buddhist cultivators huddled together, each desperately circulating their magic power to raise protective Buddha light, and with hope, looked eagerly at Guang Ming.

Didn't you say to watch your technique?

What are you still staring for? Save us!

The next instant, Lu Yang appeared above the crowd, suddenly let out a cold laugh, then closed his five fingers together, and a mass of black cloud instantly coalesced in his palm.

"Gathering together saves me the trouble of killing you one by one."

As his words fell, Lu Yang's magic power circulated; he tossed the black cloud in his hand up into the air, and in the blink of an eye it shrouded all four directions, plunging the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth into sudden darkness.

Immediately after, a gale rose with tremendous force, rolling black clouds surged, revealing ten thousand strands of baleful yin energy that collided and ground against each other, finally transforming into bolt after bolt of golden-snake-like lightning that flickered and darted about, and then, as Lu Yang flipped his palm downward, came crashing down toward the ground below with the momentum of a thunderbolt bearing ten thousand jun!

Nine Heavens Register Secret Demon Yin Thunder!

This divine ability had no technique to speak of; it relied purely on Lu Yang's higher standing and stronger magic power, using sheer numerical superiority to overwhelm by force!

The next instant, the lightning came crashing down from the vault of heaven like a flying waterfall.

How could the gathered Buddhist cultivators below endure such violent bombardment? Their Buddhist-light Golden Body lasted only a few breaths before shattering inch by inch under the countless bolts of lightning.

Only after a full quarter-hour did Lu Yang withdraw his divine ability.

Looking down at his feet again, where were there any Buddhist cultivators? All that met the eye was a stretch of scorched black earth riddled with deep craters, its original appearance almost unrecognizable.

(End of this chapter)