The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 172 - 156: The True Terror of Light Magic

"Master, I'm far too weak. I'm definitely no match for you. Why don't you go after my senior brothers instead?"

"Look at them—they're already overwhelmed. If you go over there, Master, you'll surely be able to subdue them. I'll just be on my way, then."

Yang An spoke to the monk before him. He could sense that this guy's Cultivation Level was indeed in the Corpse Transformation Realm, but he couldn't judge his specific strength. One thing was for sure: he wasn't in the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation like Yang An was.

The monk rolled up the Prayer Beads in his hand, recited "Amitabha," and simply stared at Yang An without a word.

Since the man didn't speak, Yang An took it as tacit agreement.

"Farewell!"

He immediately activated the Light and Shadow Escape Technique and shot into the distance.

But just as his figure reappeared several hundred meters away, a shadow suddenly materialized beneath him.

In an instant, the shadow engulfed everything around Yang An. His vision plunged into blackness, and he found himself completely submerged in darkness.

The world suddenly fell silent. All the chaotic sounds within the Life Crane Sect vanished, and he could no longer sense any auras.

The moment he was plunged into darkness, Yang An immediately activated his True Eye to get a clear look at the situation.

The surroundings had become a pitch-black, silent domain, trapping both him and the Monk within.

"Master, why do you insist on targeting me? I'm just a Junior Cultivator. You won't gain any great merit even if you kill me, so why not go after my sect brothers?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Yang An could only give the Monk a resigned look.

"Amitabha. You have followed Evil Demons and Outsiders and have already gone astray. Today, our Great Virtue Temple has come to slay demons. We will not spare a single soul who has lost their way. Please, stay."

The Monk recited a Buddhist chant and performed a salutation. His demeanor seemed peaceful, but it was brimming with killing intent.

"I'm no match for you, Master, but if anything happens to me, my own master will surely come to my rescue. And you're certainly no match for him, are you?"

Yang An said, sizing up his surroundings.

It was as if this place had been completely severed from the outside world, forming an independent domain that blocked all sound, movement, and auras.

'Is this the effect of a Technique, or the ability of some Magical Treasure?'

"You worry too much. The connection to the outside world has been severed. No one can peer inside, and it won't be easy for anyone to get in. In the short term, no one can save you."

The Monk was very confident. He replied as he slowly advanced on Yang An.

With every step, his body swelled, and the surrounding darkness began to pour into him.

A large amount of black qi fused with his physical body, and a towering Flesh and Blood Dharma Body sprouted from his back.

The Dharma Body was over twenty feet tall, its body a mass of knotted muscle that radiated black qi. Its face was indistinct, but it resembled a Buddha statue being carried on the Monk's back.

A faint smile touched Yang An's lips when he heard the Monk's reply.

'No one can peer inside?'

'Doesn't that mean that no matter what I do in here, no one outside will ever know?'

'Perfect!'

"Not even your own people can get in?"

Yang An couldn't help but ask.

"Say no more. Just obediently let this humble monk deliver you!"

The Monk stopped replying. The towering Dharma Body behind him abruptly raised a hand. With a casual gesture, it drew in a large amount of black qi, which solidified into a Demon-Slaying Pestle in its grasp.

The Demon-Slaying Pestle came crashing down. Simultaneously, a deluge of black qi poured from above, surging toward Yang An in an attempt to engulf him.

But at that exact moment, an intensely piercing white light erupted behind Yang An, forming a radiant Light Wheel.

In the next instant, Yang An's figure reappeared in another spot, having easily dodged the attack.

The torrent of black qi instantly submerged the building below, crashing down like a surging tide.

But upon seeing the Buddha's Radiant Wheel behind Yang An, the Monk froze. Its solemn and sacred light illuminated everything behind Yang An. Wherever its rays touched, the darkness instantly recoiled as if being driven away.

This power was pure and divine, completely devoid of any malevolent aura.

More importantly, despite being bathed in the Buddha's Radiance at such close range, Yang An was completely unharmed.

The Monk's expression changed instantly, his face contorting with rage.

"Evil Demons and Outsiders! How dare you use some demonic trickery to impersonate the hallowed light of the Buddha! You're courting death!"

Only a Buddhist Cultivator could possibly cultivate Buddha's Radiance.

Most importantly, a Buddha's Radiance of such purity was unheard of, even within the Great Virtue Temple itself!

Therefore, this couldn't possibly be true Buddha's Radiance!

It was as if a raw nerve had been struck; the Monk flew into a violent rage.

The towering Flesh and Blood Dharma Body swung its Demon-Slaying Pestle again and again, sending tidal waves of black qi crashing toward Yang An.

This time, however, Yang An didn't dodge. He stood his ground as the raging black qi surged toward him. Just as it was about to hit, a pillar of dark-red flame erupted from his body and shot toward the sky.

Yang An hadn't activated all of his Techniques at once, as he might have done before.

Since he was trapped here and no one outside could detect what was happening, it was the perfect opportunity to test just how terrifyingly powerful his Techniques had become since he entered the Corpse Transformation Realm.

So, to face the tide of black qi controlled by the Monk, he used only the Lighting Technique.

Two long lines of Golden Radiance shot into his arms, constantly stimulating his bones and generating intense pain.

Unleashed at full power and fueled by the pain, the dark-red flames of the Lighting Technique exploded as if a Fire God had descended, shrouding Yang An in a fiery aura several meters wide that surged toward the sky.

The approaching black qi billowed into thick smoke the moment it touched the flames.

The qi tried to submerge Yang An, but the fire blocked its path. The black qi couldn't even get close to his body before the flames incinerated it, effectively causing it to feed the very fire it was trying to extinguish.

The fierce flames instantly traveled up the streams of black qi, setting all of it ablaze.

Seeing this, the Flesh and Blood Dharma Body on the Monk's back shuddered. It immediately raised its Demon-Slaying Pestle high, stirring up massive amounts of black qi from all directions.

The black qi instantly formed a storm, a terrifying hurricane that swirled around Yang An. It even swept up the flames on his body, and the two opposing forces locked in a stalemate.

At that moment, the Monk directed the Flesh and Blood Dharma Body to raise the Demon-Slaying Pestle. Then, it brought the weapon down, plunging it directly into the top of the Monk's own head.

Blood splattered everywhere. An expression of agony twisted the Monk's face.

His blood traveled up the Demon-Slaying Pestle, generating an immense amount of blood qi that fused with the black qi.

In the next moment, the storm of black qi grew even more violent. Within a single breath, it had completely swallowed Yang An, leaving only the faintest glimmer of firelight shining from within.

'You think you're the only one who knows that trick?!'

Seeing the storm of black qi grow ever more immense, and realizing the Lighting Technique alone could no longer hold it back, Yang An refused to be outdone.

Extreme Day Divine Aspect!

A Divine Aspect dozens of feet tall materialized. A layer of blinding white light superimposed itself over the dark-red flames, instantly piercing through the surrounding black qi.

'Again!'

One Qi Dao Guang Method!

As the Daoist light manifested, the radiance emanating from Yang An's body instantly dissolved all the black qi it touched, reducing it to nothing.

The three Techniques, stacked together and amplified by the pain wracking his bones, unleashed at least triple their normal power.

No matter how overwhelming the storm of black qi, it was like snow meeting the sun, disintegrating in an instant.

The light erupted, instantly blanketing a radius of several hundred meters. Everything in the vicinity dissolved under its brilliant illumination.

When the light hit the Monk, he let out an agonized scream. Even the Flesh and Blood Dharma Body on his back couldn't withstand it; the parts that touched the light were rapidly reduced to ash.

He never would have imagined in a million years that Yang An had mastered so many forms of Light Magic.

More importantly, the power behind this Light Magic was far beyond what someone in the Visceral Stone Realm could possibly wield!

This was the kind of power only someone in the Corpse Transformation Realm could possess!

'He's in the Corpse Transformation Realm!'

The Monk's realization came too late. His face could no longer form an expression, as any part of him touched by the light had already disintegrated.

But just then, the Monk raised his hands. The Flesh and Blood Dharma Body mirrored the action. Within a single breath, they formed dozens of Seal Decisions in rapid succession.

He drew all the black qi from the edges of the domain—all that had not yet been dissolved—into his body.

His body quickly and completely fused with the Flesh and Blood Dharma Body, transforming into the aspect of a Flesh and Blood Arhat dozens of feet tall.

As soon as the Flesh and Blood Arhat appeared, the rate at which the light dissolved its body slowed considerably.

The Arhat roared in fury, stomped its foot, and threw a punch.

The punch formed a powerful shockwave shaped like a colossal, wrathful Buddha head. It crossed several dozen meters in an instant and slammed into Yang An.

BOOM!

The light instantly dissipated, and darkness returned. In that same instant, Yang An's body exploded into countless bits of flesh and blood.

The spot where he had been standing was blasted into a massive crater.

But in the blink of an eye, Yang An's body completely reformed, all his injuries instantly healed.

The giant Flesh and Blood Arhat launched another flurry of punches at him.

With a flash of light, Yang An activated the Qi Guang Technique, absorbing the radiance of all four Techniques into his body and transforming into a figure made of pure light.

The terrifying impacts landed on him but were scattered one by one by a series of palm strikes from Yang An.

The ground beneath his feet boomed and caved in. In the next moment, Yang An's figure appeared before the Flesh and Blood Arhat as if he had used Instant Teleportation, and he threw a punch.

With that single punch, light erupted from within the Flesh and Blood Arhat's body, instantly dissolving more than half of its torso.

The remnants of the Flesh and Blood Arhat's body erupted with black qi and fleshy tendrils, attempting to regenerate.

But Yang An had no intention of giving it the chance.

'Now that I'm finally familiar with the destructive power I can unleash after reaching the Corpse Transformation Realm, this guy has served his purpose.'

'So…'

'Die!'

Several beams of light erupted from Yang An's body at the same time, instantly engulfing the Flesh and Blood Arhat.

The remnants of the Flesh and Blood Arhat were still trying to recover, even managing to reform its shape in the blink of an eye via Flesh and Blood Rebirth.

But even so, under the shroud of light, it was completely powerless to resist. It dissolved completely, not even a speck of flesh and blood remaining as it was reduced to ash.

"Evil Demon? Compared to you people, I am the True Buddha!"

A smile crossed Yang An's face as the light dissipated and his body returned to its normal form. Only the Illusion Technique remained active, continuing to conceal his aura.

He had now mastered ten Dao of Destiny Techniques, yet when facing a Monk who was also in the Corpse Transformation Realm, he had only needed four of them to kill his opponent.

Although the Dao of Destiny methods he cultivated from the *Mystic Path Decoded* provided a boost, it was his Corpse Transformation Realm cultivation that truly amplified their might. This, perhaps, was the true terror of Light Magic.