The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 190 - 174: Physical Power, I Really Want to Kill Him!

The newcomer was ten feet tall, with a brawny, muscular physique that bulged with explosive power.

Two long horns, shaped like a sheep's, grew from his forehead, intricately carved with dense patterns.

He had two brawny arms on each side of his torso, each one thicker than a grown man's thigh.

His mere appearance behind the Yellow Dragon Daoist was like being targeted by a powerful beast, causing the Daoist to freeze in terror.

'Golden Soul Sect?'

Hearing the Yellow Dragon Daoist's words and seeing the newcomer, Yang An immediately recalled the well inside the Witch Barrier. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

It was called the Heaven-Changing Mirror, a connection between two continents, and it belonged to the Golden Soul Sect from the Fusheng Domain.

'This Golden Soul Sect is clearly no simple organization.'

Yang An couldn't see through the Cultivation Level aura radiating from this person either.

'What does he want?'

A look of confusion crossed Yang An's face as he cautiously watched the Yellow Dragon Daoist and the man from the Golden Soul Sect.

"Yellow Dragon, oh, Yellow Dragon! So you finally have the guts to show your face!"

The man stared at the Yellow Dragon Daoist, his voice booming as if he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

"Die!"

The Yellow Dragon Daoist shook off his terror, raised a massive scaled claw, and brought it crashing down on the man.

But in the next instant!

VMMMM—

A violent shockwave erupted from between the two, sending sand and stone flying and blasting a powerful force outward.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist shuddered, gritting his teeth and pressing down.

Even Yang An, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

The man had merely raised one of his arms, veins bulging on its surface, and seemed to have easily stopped the Yellow Dragon Daoist's claw, preventing it from moving another inch.

Even with the Yellow Dragon Daoist mustering all his strength, the claw was held fast in midair.

"Did you really think you could fight me with the corpse of a dead Flood Dragon?"

The man grinned.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist swung his other scaled claw down at the man while his countless other arms thrust out, all holding bone spikes.

But at that moment, the two horns on the man's head suddenly emitted a faint glow, and the patterns carved on them instantly flowed into his four arms.

While holding back the Yellow Dragon Daoist's claw, two of his other arms punched out fiercely.

BANG!

A powerful force suddenly burst through the Yellow Dragon Daoist's Flood Dragon Body. A huge amount of foul-smelling pus exploded from his back, leaving a massive gaping hole.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist's body was sent flying backward, smashing into the earth and rock and sending debris flying everywhere.

Dozens of his arms snapped, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pus.

This scene horrified everyone present.

Especially Wen Yin and Zhou Quan.

Before, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's Flood Dragon Body was too much for even their Senior Brother to handle. But now, in a turn of events, the Yellow Dragon Daoist was no match for this man, defeated so soundly by a single punch.

'This man's strength is terrifying!'

Yang An was also secretly astounded. He had thought the Yellow Dragon Daoist, using the power of the Flood Dragon Body, was already incredibly formidable. He never expected this person from the Golden Soul Sect to be even stronger.

That was pure Physical Power, not the might of a Technique. Yang An hadn't sensed any aura of a Technique being used.

'How can he exert such immense Physical Power while being suppressed by the Rules?'

'Wait!'

'Could it be that pure Physical Power isn't suppressed by the Power of Rules?'

'Or perhaps the suppression on pure physical strength is weaker than on the power of Techniques?'

The thought suddenly occurred to Yang An.

Whether it was his own clash with the Yellow Dragon Daoist or the Daoist being sent flying by the Golden Soul Sect member's punch, neither exchange had involved any Techniques.

The pure Physical Power they displayed was something Yang An had never encountered before, back on his home continent.

People from his home continent primarily cultivated Techniques. Even his former Senior Brother, Wild Forbidden, who had seemed powerful, had actually relied on Techniques as his main method of attack.

Among the people Yang An had met, only Pan Shi from Sansong Mountain seemed to have a cultivation related to Physical Power.

'On my home continent, there is no suppression from the Power of Rules, so Techniques can display immense might.'

'But the Outer Continent has the suppression from the Power of Rules, so Techniques released using Mana are greatly restricted. Is that why these people primarily cultivate Physical Power?'

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Yang An suddenly developed a keen interest in the Cultivation System of the Outer Continent.

As countless thoughts flashed through his mind, the Yellow Dragon Daoist had already climbed out of the rubble. His face was a mess of blood and pus, looking utterly foul as he glared viciously at the man from the Golden Soul Sect.

"I, the Yellow Dragon Daoist, and the Golden Soul Sect have always minded our own business. Why must the Golden Soul Sect be so aggressive?"

"Does the Golden Soul Sect need to explain its actions to an Evil Demon like you?"

The man sneered and said no more. With a powerful push from his feet, he instantly shot in front of the Yellow Dragon Daoist.

"Die!"

With a single punch, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as his Flood Dragon Body exploded, spewing out a massive amount of stinking pus.

But the man from the Golden Soul Sect paid it no mind, letting the pus splash all over him.

The pus rapidly corroded his flesh, turning the affected areas black as chunks of skin and muscle fell off.

But soon, new flesh began to squirm and grow from within, regenerating rapidly. He was completely unfazed by the corrosive damage.

Several more punches followed, the powerful impacts making the very ground shake as if in an earthquake.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist's body was pulverized by the brutal force, his flesh and arms splattering everywhere.

But just then, a black shadow shot out from the gore, fleeing at extreme speed.

It was the Yellow Dragon Daoist's head!

And it was flying straight for Wen Yin and Zhou Quan.

Realizing the Yellow Dragon Daoist had abandoned his body to escape, the man reacted quickly, charging after the flying head.

In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's head appeared before Wen Yin, with the man's figure right behind it. He threw another punch, completely disregarding Wen Yin and Zhou Quan.

The immense power of the fist even made the air ripple.

Wen Yin and Zhou Quan were aghast. It was too late to dodge, but they both subconsciously activated their Techniques.

A faint black shadow appeared on the surface of Wen Yin's body, enveloping her completely and instantly coalescing into the form of a black Evil Spirit.

At the same time, the flames of the Lighting Technique ignited on Zhou Quan, and blood-red patterns rapidly appeared on his face, spreading from his forehead to his chin to cover it entirely.

However, just as the man's fists were about to land on the Yellow Dragon Daoist's head, an insidious smile suddenly appeared on the Daoist's face.

A huge stream of foul-smelling pus suddenly shot out from his severed neck, propelling his head upward at a bizarre speed, easily dodging the man's attack.

But the man's fists continued on their path, about to strike Wen Yin.

Before the fists even arrived, the powerful force had already caused large tears in the black shadow around Wen Yin. It couldn't protect her body at all, and her expression changed drastically.

'Even though I've reached the Visceral Stone stage, my Undying Body is suppressed. If I take this hit, the consequences will be unimaginable.'

To the side, cold sweat was already beading on Zhou Quan's forehead.

At that critical moment, a flash of light appeared.

In an instant, a figure radiating brilliant light appeared before Wen Yin, crossing his arms to block the punch.

The powerful impact instantly shot through his body, making his flesh visibly tremble and tear, only to regenerate in an instant.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother!"

Wen Yin and Zhou Quan cried out in alarm.

The one who had intervened was Yang An, using the Light Absorption Form of his Qi Guang Technique!

This form absorbed all light into his body, drastically increasing his physical strength and power for a short time.

But even after activating the Qi Guang Technique and absorbing the light from all his Light Magic, Yang An's body still suffered internal damage from the blow.

The force had penetrated his body and exploded within. Though he looked fine on the outside, his internal organs had all been shattered.

Fortunately, his own body wasn't suppressed by the Power of Rules, so the recovery speed of his Undying Body was incredibly fast. He was fully healed and unharmed in the blink of an eye.

'The Physical Power this man from the Golden Soul Sect possesses is truly immense.'

At this moment, the man standing before Yang An stared, his eyes narrowed, his expression filled with surprise.

'My punch... was blocked?!'

Only he knew how much power that punch contained.

Anyone with a lower Cultivation Level than him should have been unable to block it!

But this strange fellow bathed in light, who was clearly only at the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation, had blocked his punch with ease!

Yang An instantly pulled Wen Yin back, watching the man with extreme vigilance as a frantic Zhou Quan hurried to follow.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist! Yellow Dragon will surely repay you generously in the future!"

But just then, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's head let out a loud laugh, left those words behind, and in a flash, plunged into the ground, burrowing away. Its aura vanished, and it was gone without a trace.

Hearing the Yellow Dragon Daoist's voice, a murderous glint appeared in Yang An's eyes.

'That bastard... he dared to set me up!'

Sure enough, after hearing the Yellow Dragon Daoist's words, the surprise in the man's eyes was replaced with murderous intent as he looked at Yang An's group.

CRACK!

His fists cracked loudly as dark patterns spread over all four of his arms, turning them completely black.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't really think we're with him, do you?"

Anyone could see it was the Yellow Dragon Daoist's ploy. As long as this man had a brain, Yang An refused to believe he couldn't see it.

"What does it matter if you're with him or not? Taking you back to answer for it is all the same."

The man chuckled, his muscles rippling as he unleashed a suffocating aura.

His punch had been blocked, and now the Yellow Dragon Daoist had escaped anyway. Besides, he was quite interested in Yang An's strength.

If he wasn't mistaken, that was the aura of a Technique!

'To block me using just a Technique... what a desirable opponent!'

'I really want to kill him!!'