Chapter 273: Golden Body vs. Bai Yu Yao Huang

The sudden appearance of the Golden Body manifestation left everyone frozen in shock.

Qing unconsciously released Shen Yi's wide sleeve, her eyes widening further and further, her breathing quickening.

Compared to ordinary Soul Transformation realm cultivators.

A colossal manifestation controlled by the yin spirit—its blinding Jin Guang would undoubtedly deliver a greater shock!

A living being formed from incense and devotional power.

Transcendent and otherworldly, like a god or Buddha.

It stood with clenched fist, broad shoulders, and a ferocious golden dragon coiled around its right arm.

The golden dragon slowly writhed its body along the arm, its eyes fierce as it glared at the two: "Chii!"

"Puh!"

Beneath that punch, the emperor's white feathered robe shattered into tatters; it propped itself up on its palms, trying to rise, but staggered again.

It spat a gout of blood, fixed its gaze fiercely on the Golden Body, then spun angrily toward Zhang Mingyang beside it!

For a moment earlier, Bai Yu Yao Huang had truly hesitated.

Should it use its methods to seize control of Zhang Mingyang?

Then use his identity to set an ambush for the true Mount Wutong expert?

Who knew this bastard had another trick up his sleeve.

Golden Body manifestation…

Those who could achieve the Transformation of Spirit Realm through incense and devotional power—across the entire world, only a handful of nations could manage it.

Most of them were long-established cultivators.

There was absolutely no such grotesque-looking Golden Body.

Who could afford to sustain multiple Soul Transformation Golden Bodies? Was it the Great Gan Wumiao? Or had some minor state finally amassed enough foundation?

Regardless, today I've been tricked for sure!

"I…"

Zhang Mingyang, pinned by Bai Yu Yao Huang's glare, felt a complex turmoil he couldn't put into words.

This had nothing to do with him.

It was pure, unexpected fortune.

"I'll kill you first!"

Having been deceived by Zhang Mingyang multiple times, he felt like a fool being toyed with.

Bai Yu Yao Huang's fury erupted—he let out a piercing cry, brandished his feathered longsword, and went berserk, charging toward him!

"I am a disciple of Xuan Guang Cave Immortal Sect! Friend, aid me! I shall repay you greatly!"

Zhang Mingyang knew full well he was being treated as a soft target—the emperor clearly intended to break out through him.

Now gravely wounded, he could only hastily summon the qi of heaven and earth once more.

Thick, dense vines erupted from beneath his feet, twisting together like a grotesque monstrous beast carrying him through the air as he dodged.

"Still lying! Still lying! Do you think I'm a stupid pig?!"

Seeing Zhang still pretending not to recognize the Golden Body, Bai Yu Yao Huang's rage surged—he slashed violently with his sword.

Though powerful, it had suffered heavy losses earlier; in its current state, it could not possibly fight two at once.

It had to destroy one first, even at the cost of its life, to have any chance of escape.

Otherwise, once Zhang Mingyang recovered and joined forces with the Golden Body manifestation, it would have zero hope of returning to the Thousand Demon Cavern.

The twenty-three-chi Golden Body manifestation followed close behind.

Compared to the emperor and Zhang Mingyang, who each displayed their own arts, its attacks were far more brutal—it rose into the sky, fists and kicks falling like a storm of rain.

The white-feathered man swung his sword at Zhang Mingyang while simultaneously dodging the Golden Body's assaults.

One misstep—he was struck squarely on the back, and feathers exploded in all directions, a pitiful sight!

The feathers that had once withstood flying swords were now fragile as paper beneath the blazing Jin Guang of those fists—each punch lethal!

Winds rose, clouds churned, heaven and earth changed hue.

The vine-formed wooden dragon, the white-feathered sword, the Golden Body manifestation—any ripple from their attacks shattered the once-peaceful cave into ruins.

Even the bamboo grove now leaned crookedly, struggling desperately to hold.

This was true cultivation battle between Soul Transformation realm experts!

Such ferocious combat struck the eyes of the remaining few.

Qing was utterly stunned.

Chen Zhong even forgot to use his pebbles, trembling with fear and excitement as he shouted to Shen Yi: "This Golden Body looks so familiar! The Great Gan also has similar Arhat Golden Body manifestations! This elder might be connected to our Great Gan Wumiao!"

"Mm."

Shen Yi gave a casual, distracted reply without looking away.

He had never intended to act so soon.

After all, neither side had reached the point of exhaustion.

But he had caught a flicker of hesitation on Bai Yu Yao Huang's face—it had genuinely considered sparing Zhang Mingyang.

If they finished their discussion, he'd be facing two opponents alone.

Better to pretend he was Zhang Mingyang's summoned ally.

Forcefully bind this man to his side.

As long as he stayed silent, let the emperor slowly guess.

But…

Shen Yi shook his head with a sigh.

At lower realms, Hunyuan relied on his physical body, while Wu Xian employed techniques.

Who would have thought that upon reaching the Transformation of Spirit Realm, the situation would be reversed.

Cultivators of the Transformation of Spirit Realm unleashed various spells constantly, while the Golden Body Dharma Image had become a brute who could only throw punches.

Just then, the Golden Body struck again with another punch.

Bai Yu Yao Huang's entire right shoulder shattered, and the hand gripping the sword hung down limply.

Yet the sword light that had been swung continued with undiminished momentum, effortlessly severing the wooden dragon, before forcibly striking Zhang Mingyang's body, leaving a long gash from his thigh to his chest.

He was nearly sliced in two by a single sword strike.

No blood stained the wound; only green light surged, then scattered outward toward heaven and earth.

"Ah!!"

Before Bai Yu Yao Huang could cry out, he heard Zhang Mingyang begin to scream in agony.

Fierce light shot forth from its pair of eyes.

It was nearly time; it was time to leave!

In an instant, the tattered feather robe on its body transformed into countless white feathers, which gathered in the air to form a demonic body over ten zhang wide!

The white crane, blocking out the sun and sky, turned and struck with a wing, its sharp feather tips slicing down like blades!

The Golden Body Dharma Image could not evade in time; it crossed its arms before its chest and forcibly withstood the blow.

Only the sound of a crack was heard.

Fine cracks immediately appeared on its muscular forearms.

Its entire body plummeted heavily toward the ground.

It smashed another terrifyingly deep pit into the already ruined earth.

This was the Demon Emperor from the Thousand Demon Cave; even severely injured, it still carried boundless momentum!

It coldly glanced at that deep pit.

Its right wing struggled to flap, pulling at the wound, causing a few more traces of pain to appear in its eyes.

Without further hesitation, it fled directly toward the outside of the cave dwelling!

In an instant, Jin Guang shot out from that deep pit!

It trampled heavily upon Bai Yu Yao Huang's back, its two palms gripping its wings tightly, then pulling with all its might!

Rrrrip!

The massive white crane let out a scream; its entire right wing was torn off, white feathers falling like snowflakes, accompanied by foul, scalding blood!

This was the terror of the Golden Body Dharma Image.

Their true form was the Yin Spirit hidden within; this dazzling Golden Body was merely an outer shell.

They felt no pain, and feared no injury.

As long as there was sufficient incense and vow power, even if the Golden Body was completely destroyed, it could be reshaped once more.

Back in the day, the Thousand Demon Cave had expended great effort to find something specifically capable of suppressing Yin Spirits, only then managing to slaughter all those Transformation of Spirit Realm cultivators of Great Qian.

"Get down, for this Emperor!"

It struggled frantically, yet could not shake off the Golden Body upon its back no matter what.

It was like a festering sore attached to the bone, slowly devouring its life force.

(End of this chapter)