The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 112 - 99: Twelve Royal Treasures, Then You All Can Go Die

Chapter 112: Chapter 99: Twelve Royal Treasures, Then You All Can Go Die

As they spoke, Pu Miao led a handful of his Monks to within a few meters of Yang An, smiling as he looked at him.

Yang An strained with all his might, but just as Pu Miao had said, he was completely unable to budge the beams of Golden Radiance piercing his body. Defeated, he could only lower his hands and turn to face the bald-headed monks.

"Are you here for me, Master?"

"I am!"

Pu Miao nodded. "To be precise, I’ve come for our temple’s great treasure. I would like to ask you, Benefactor, to return it. Afterward, you will come to my temple to serve and chant sutras for a hundred years to atone for your grievous sins."

"..."

"Master, creating Demon Fiends, raising bandits, bringing calamity to the common people... aren’t *you* the ones with grievous sins? How could that term possibly have anything to do with me?"

Yang An said with a wry smile, but the pain from the Golden Radiance made the corner of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.

"Benefactor, do not speak such nonsense. Further words are useless. Your master is not here right now. Even if you stall for time, no one is coming to save you."

"Bullshit! My master will definitely come save me! He’ll slaughter every last one of you!

You’re the ones who should be worried! If you don’t run now, I’m afraid no one will be able to save you!"

Yang An’s face flushed with anger as he retorted sharply.

But at his words, Pu Miao and the Monks behind him all began to laugh.

"Grand Abbot De Lan is the head of our Dingzhou Hundred Temples. His Buddhist Techniques are profound and exquisite. No matter how strong your master is, he is no match for Grand Abbot De Lan.

Even if he manages to escape from the Grand Abbot, he won’t be able to save you anytime soon."

These words were not spoken by Pu Miao, but by one of the Monks behind him.

This was the very man who had gone to the Xiyue River that day to intercept Yang An and retrieve the Sacrificial Bone, only to be discovered by Elder Life Crane and forced to escape using a decoy body. His name was Guang Du.

Last time, not only had he failed to capture Yang An, but the two Monks accompanying him had also lost their lives. After returning to the White Buddha Temple, Guang Du had suffered immensely. Today, he could finally get his revenge.

"Bullshit! My master is a Great Power Cultivator with a profound Cultivation Level! That old Monk you invited is no match for him! My master will definitely cut him down!"

Yang An seemed to have been provoked, shouting with a look of pure hatred directed at the group.

Hearing this, Guang Du sneered.

"Profound Cultivation Level? How profound could it be compared to Grand Abbot De Lan? Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Benefactor. Grand Abbot De Lan’s Cultivation Level is the Corpse Transformation Realm. Even if your master is stronger than Mother Divination True Master, he is absolutely no match for the Grand Abbot."

"Guang Du! Say no more!"

Pu Miao immediately rebuked him in a cold voice, extremely displeased with Guang Du’s obvious glee.

Hearing the Abbot’s reprimand, Guang Du immediately fell silent, but his gaze toward Yang An remained filled with cold intent.

"Benefactor, there’s no need to say anything else. Come back with us to the White Buddha Temple. Once we have removed our temple’s great treasure from your body, you will take the vows at our temple and atone for your sins."

Pu Miao said slowly to Yang An.

"So according to your disciple, my master will definitely be held up and won’t be able to save me no matter what? My only choice is to obediently go back with you?"

"Precisely! It is for the best that you think this way, Benefactor."

Pu Miao revealed a kindly smile and nodded.

"In that case..."

Yang An seemed to resign himself to his fate, letting out a long sigh. But then, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Then you can all go to hell!"

RRRRIP—

A huge cloud of blood mist erupted from Yang An’s body. Countless bits of flesh and blood were dissolved by the Golden Radiance, instantly festering into rotten meat. But in that same instant, Yang An forcefully tore his own body to the side!

A total of six beams of Golden Radiance had pierced almost completely through his upper body, one of them going straight through his throat.

But as Yang An forcibly wrenched himself free, more than half his body was pulverized. The gushing blood stained a large section of the fleshy wall, but he himself appeared before the monks in an instant.

Innumerable strands of flesh and blood crazily shot out from within him, mending and healing all the gaping holes in his body.

The next moment, Pu Miao’s expression changed. But before he could make a move, his disciples behind him hadn’t even had time to react.

An incomparably blinding light suddenly exploded in front of them!

A five-colored light—white, red, gold, black, and cyan—suddenly filled everyone’s vision, enveloping them. In that instant, they even saw the Buddha’s Radiant Wheel behind Yang An’s head.

But in that sudden moment, no one could react in time.

Scorching! Dissolving! Blinding! Warping!

In just a flash, the three disciples behind Pu Miao were instantly turned to ash, without so much as a bone fragment left behind.

Pu Miao, however, suddenly transformed into a black shadow, instantly putting distance between himself and Yang An, escaping the range of the light that was too powerful to look at directly.

But he wasn’t in much better shape. His entire body had been reduced to a skeleton, his internal organs were charred black, and even his head was only half there.

Even with only half a face remaining, he stared at Yang An in utter astonishment.

Sensing that three Qi Seals had completely vanished, the light quickly dissipated, revealing Yang An’s body once more.

Although his clothes were in tatters, his body had already been completely healed by the regenerating flesh and blood. Not a single injury remained. He was smiling as he looked at the last one left, Pu Miao.

"You... you’re not in the Primordial Feeding Realm?!"

As a Visceral Stone Realm cultivator, although Pu Miao had suffered grievous injuries in that instant, his physical body was also constantly recovering and healing, undergoing Flesh and Blood Rebirth.

But he looked at Yang An in complete shock, all of his previous calm and serene demeanor gone.

He had clearly sensed that Yang An’s Cultivation Level aura was only at the Late Stage Primordial Feeding Realm, so where did he get an Undying Body?!

Faced with Pu Miao’s shocked question, Yang An didn’t answer. The smile on his face only grew wider.

’That old geezer might not be held up for long,’ he thought, ’but one thing is certain: that so-called Grand Abbot De Lan definitely won’t be able to return and support them anytime soon.’

’These bald-headed monks admitted it themselves.’

’I might only be in the Primordial Feeding Realm, but right now, I’m immortal!!’

Yang An’s gaze fell upon the distant Pu Miao. Seeing that Pu Miao’s physical body was also recovering at a rapid pace, a thick battle intent ignited in his eyes.

"Visceral Stone Realm?

Then let me experience this Undying Body of yours for myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling radiance flashed on Yang An’s body before being completely absorbed back inside him.

The five-colored light filled his flesh and blood. With a sudden burst of immense power, Yang An transformed into a stream of light, appearing before Pu Miao in the blink of an eye.

Die!