The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 189 - 173: Rotten Flood Dragon, Divine Dragon Corpse - Three Thousand Hands

From the foul rain and the putrid lake he'd seen earlier to the appearance of this man, the whole experience was like swimming in a cesspool.

Combined with his disgustingly filthy techniques, he really did seem like a Filthy Daoist.

Yang An remembered what Pan Shi had said back in Dingzhou.

This disgusting breed of Filthy Daoists specialized in a heterodox path. They loved to refine filth into Magical Artifacts or use repulsive techniques with the express purpose of grossing people out!

It didn't matter if you could win the fight; just getting brushed by one of their techniques would leave you feeling sick to your stomach for hours.

It was hard not to suspect this man was one of them.

'Even the Golden Radiance of my Techniques can be tainted and dispelled by this filth. I'll have to be careful.'

At that moment, the Yellow Dragon Daoist was also looking at Yang An. The bloody holes in his body were healing at a visible rate, and the rows of arms on either side of him were caked in mud.

"Are you a Buddhist Cultivator from the Treasure Temple Domain?"

He had noticed the flashes of Golden Radiance from earlier; they looked very much like the techniques of a Buddhist Cultivator.

Yang An didn't answer, instead asking a question of his own.

"Fellow Daoist, why have you attacked us? We are merely passing through and have no wish to make an enemy of you."

"Trespassers die! And Buddhist Cultivators deserve death even more!"

When Yang An didn't answer his earlier question, the Yellow Dragon Daoist gave a sinister smile. He seemed to harbor a deep-seated animosity toward Buddhist Cultivators.

Without waiting for Yang An to speak again, the Yellow Dragon Daoist charged toward them once more.

"Get back!"

Yang An spoke in a low voice, trying to keep Wen Yin and Zhou Quan from being caught in the crossfire.

The two of them wisely retreated to the side. With their level of strength, they would be of no help and would only be a burden.

His opponent's Cultivation Level was at least Corpse Transformation. This was a good opportunity for Yang An to see what kind of power a cultivator at that level could exert here in the Outer Continent.

'Since this guy is dead set on attacking us, I might as well use this opportunity to gauge the strength of the cultivators here.'

Countless arms flailing, the Yellow Dragon Daoist charged toward Yang An. But just as he was about to reach him, he suddenly burrowed into the ground.

His body, dozens of feet long, vanished underground in the blink of an eye.

Yang An immediately sensed danger. The Golden Radiance abruptly formed into two ropes that instantly wrapped around Wen Yin and Zhou Quan. With a hard tug, he yanked them behind him.

The moment they were pulled away, a cloud of yellow mist erupted from the very spot where they had been standing.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist burst from the ground, his lunge missing its mark. He immediately turned and pounced toward Yang An.

The scales on his back, each bearing a human face, suddenly bristled. The arms at his sides reached between them, pulling out a series of black, bony spikes.

"Die!"

Yang An instantly unleashed his Extreme Day Divine Aspect. The Divine Aspect's body, dozens of feet tall, raised a hand and struck at the Yellow Dragon Daoist.

Without resorting to any Light Magic, relying only on his Divine Aspect and the Great Brightness Buddha Golden Zen Spell, Yang An's aura was no less imposing than the Yellow Dragon Daoist's.

The two clashed. Countless arms swung bone spikes that rained down on the Divine Aspect, but the Aspect responded in an instant, throwing dozens of punches, each one landing squarely on the Yellow Dragon Daoist's body.

Their collision filled the air with a brilliant shower of sparks.

While Yang An and the Yellow Dragon Daoist were locked in combat, Wen Yin and Zhou Quan retreated further to a safe distance, careful not to get in Yang An's way.

This Yellow Dragon Daoist was far beyond their ability to handle. If they got too close, they would surely be caught in the crossfire.

A strong sense of powerlessness rose in Wen Yin's heart.

'Back home, a Visceral Stone Realm cultivator would be considered a Great Power. But here in the Outer Continent, her strength was suppressed by the Rules to a significant degree; even her Undying Body was affected.'

'This meant that cultivators above the Visceral Stone Realm were actually *more* vulnerable to being killed here.'

Watching Yang An fight the Yellow Dragon Daoist on equal footing, holding his own, Wen Yin couldn't help but clench her fists.

They traded direct blows for several seconds, but neither could gain an advantage.

Just then, a flash of Golden Radiance materialized into a long saber in the Divine Aspect's hand and came chopping down.

SLASH!

If Yang An had OCD, he would have found the sight deeply satisfying. The arms on the Yellow Dragon Daoist's body were mowed down like weeds, severed cleanly by the single strike and tumbling to the ground.

A torrent of foul-smelling, yellow pus spewed from his body.

Yang An seized the chance to create some distance. However, the saber of Golden Radiance in his Divine Aspect's hand had been contaminated. It immediately dimmed and quickly dissipated.

Wincing in pain, the Yellow Dragon Daoist also fell back.

Most of the arms on one side were gone. The severed limbs on the ground dissolved into writhing flesh, which quickly crawled back onto his body and reattached.

But now, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's gaze was filled with apprehension as he stared at Yang An.

'Golden Radiance and this towering Dharma Aspect... He was now completely certain his opponent was a Buddhist Cultivator.'

'He's clearly only at the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation, yet he can fight me, a Late Stage, to a standstill. Don't tell me this guy is a direct disciple from the Treasure Temple Domain?!'

On the other side, Yang An scrutinized the Yellow Dragon Daoist.

'Judging from our exchange, the power of a Corpse Transformation cultivator really is suppressed significantly here.'

'I was able to fight him to a draw using only the Great Brightness Buddha Golden Zen Spell and my Extreme Day Divine Aspect without even using its Divine Radiance. I haven't even gotten serious yet and I'm already gaining the upper hand. With one more Technique, I could probably crush him completely.'

Having made a rough comparison, Yang An now had a better grasp of the situation.

'It seems that if I go all out here in the Outer Continent, I might actually be able to take on a Zombie God!'

Seeing that he hadn't even managed to scratch Yang An in close combat, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's eyes darted slyly, and he charged forward once more.

Yang An assumed he wanted another head-on clash. He planned to test him one more time before finishing him off.

But as the Yellow Dragon Daoist charged, his body suddenly flew apart. His dozens-of-feet-long frame broke into segments, and a torrent of putrid pus sprayed out from within.

Fortunately, Yang An reacted quickly. Golden Radiance manifested as a barrier in front of him, blocking the spray of pus.

But upon contact with the pus, the Golden Radiance rapidly dimmed. In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely.

Yang An used the moment to retreat, having no desire to be touched by the foul substance.

At that moment, however, a tremor ran through the ground. It felt like something was about to burst forth, not from beneath Yang An, but from the Yellow Dragon Daoist's position up ahead.

A giant monster erupted from the earth, moving toward the scattered pieces of the Yellow Dragon Daoist.

It was actually a Flood Dragon!

No!

To be precise, it was a dead Flood Dragon—merely its corpse, which was already putrid and decaying.

As soon as the Flood Dragon corpse appeared, the pieces of the Yellow Dragon Daoist burrowed into it, slipping in through its rotting flesh.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist's own head emerged from the top of the Flood Dragon's massive, rotten skull.

Innumerable arms burst from the sides of the Flood Dragon's body, and its four massive, scaled claws began to twitch.

The once-rotting Flood Dragon corpse seemed to merge completely with the Yellow Dragon Daoist, its mangled flesh beginning to regenerate before their very eyes.

Although the body wasn't any larger than the Yellow Dragon Daoist's original form, the Flood Dragon corpse, now fused with him, seemed to come alive, exuding a terrifying might.

'This aura…'

Yang An was stunned.

'Did this guy refine a Flood Dragon's corpse into a Magical Artifact?!'

'It looks like his power has increased tremendously!'

"Divine Dragon Corpse - Three Thousand Hands!"

Perched atop the Flood Dragon's forehead, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's head let out a sinister cackle. 'This is my strongest technique.'

'By using the Flood Dragon's powerful body, I can conceal my own frail form. I can even go head-to-head with those cultivators from the Golden Soul Sect. My power is magnified!'

"Die!"

Commanding the Flood Dragon Body, the Yellow Dragon Daoist looked like a true dragon as he leaped into the air and lunged at Yang An.

'Perfect timing!'

Yang An had been worried the man would stick to his foul, underhanded techniques. A close-quarters fight, however, was exactly what he wanted.

Controlling his Divine Aspect, Yang An threw a heavy punch at the charging Yellow Dragon Daoist.

But in the next moment.

BANG—

The Divine Aspect suddenly shattered.

Yang An's figure was instantly sent flying backwards, crashing into the rocks on the side.

"Hahahaha!"

The Yellow Dragon Daoist immediately let out a wildly arrogant laugh.

'The Flood Dragon Body possesses limitless strength, on par with any of those physical cultivators! How dare he try to match my Flood Dragon Body's power? He doesn't know his own limits!'

Beside them, Wen Yin and Zhou Quan's faces filled with horror as they saw Yang An sent flying by a single blow.

'Even Senior Brother couldn't withstand it! This…'

A sense of dread washed over them both. Wen Yin immediately rushed toward the spot where Yang An had crashed.

But at this time.

The shattered rock face collapsed, burying the point of impact. But a moment later, with a great RUMBLE, the rubble was thrown aside by a Divine Aspect.

Yang An emerged from the debris. The side of his body that had been shattered by the Flood Dragon Body's strike had already regenerated, leaving him completely unharmed. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Looking at the Yellow Dragon Daoist, Yang An couldn't help but frown.

'This Flood Dragon Body... such incredible power!'

'In a head-on clash, I was completely outmatched.'

Having been in the Outer Continent for a long time, this was the first time Yang An had encountered such a tough physique and immense Physical Power.

'Even my Divine Aspect was like fragile tofu before it, shattered in a single blow.'

'Looks like I need to end this quickly. Time to show some real strength and eliminate this guy.'

'I've gotten a good sense of what a Corpse Transformation cultivator can do here in the Outer Continent, anyway. There will be more opportunities later.'

Dismissing the Divine Aspect, Yang An's body suddenly began to emit a layer of incandescent white light.

He began to use the Celestial Gnomon Light within his body, and a warm sensation immediately spread throughout his body.

But just as he activated his Celestial Gnomon Body, about to deliver a fatal blow to the Yellow Dragon Daoist, a sharp whistle suddenly pierced the air from a distance.

A figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning, appearing behind the Yellow Dragon Daoist in the blink of an eye.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist barely had time to react. He whipped his head around to look at the person behind him, and his face instantly contorted in terror.

"Golden Soul Sect!"