Chapter Thirty-Two: The Supreme Demonic Body

The Sect of Talismans, the Sect of Magic, and the Sect of Artifacts—seeing these three water bandits were no ordinary men, Chiyang’s expression grew solemn. Only then did he realize that these villains rampaging through the Hun River truly possessed some backing; otherwise, how could they have lived so comfortably?

The Crab General, upon witnessing the three Taoists display their techniques, sensed trouble brewing. He hurriedly abandoned the enemy soldiers and raised his massive pincers, rushing back into battle. The first to confront him was Old Ox. With divine talismans protecting him, Old Ox was endowed with immense strength and exceptional martial skill. The Crab General, having cultivated for eight hundred years and renowned for his brute force, had further mastered water techniques under Yang Nan’s guidance. Wielding his giant pincers against Old Ox, the two were evenly matched, locked in a fierce and indecisive struggle.

Chiyang clashed with the red-faced and yellow-faced bandits. These two, from the Sect of Magic and Sect of Artifacts, were not inferior in cultivation to Chiyang. The artifact sect’s methods for manipulating magical implements were truly ingenious. Though the yellow-faced bandit was only at the Master rank, each of his artifacts unleashed a different spell—thunderbolts, shards of ice—over a dozen magical implements launched dazzling sorcery, filling the air like a shower of fireworks. The red-faced bandit’s small flag was incredibly formidable; Chiyang struggled to withstand its power, relying on the fiery spiritual energy of his five natal swords to dispel the storms of thunder and snow. Even so, he was gradually forced into the defensive.

Yang Nan knew these two bandits were far above his own level. Water techniques would be futile against them; his only hope was to secretly summon the Shadow-Erosion Soldier and strike from afar!

This black serpent soldier, forged anew, had yet to drink an enemy’s blood. The only skill Yang Nan had mastered was striking from a distance. He channeled his power, and his brow’s spiritual aperture responded; the shadowy, crescent-shaped blade, sharp and dark, sliced through the air towards the yellow-faced bandit. The bandit was quick-witted—he split off two artifacts to intercept Yang Nan.

A red gourd and a yellow sword confronted the shadow blade, each spraying forth a bolt of lightning and a shard of ice. Yang Nan chuckled, driving the crescent blade through them. The spiritual light trembled as they collided; the shadow blade flew back to Yang Nan’s hand, but the gourd and sword split in two and fell to the ground, no longer able to rise.

How could mere artifacts hope to withstand a royal-grade divine weapon? The yellow-faced bandit’s implements were instantly reduced to scrap; he was furious, his eyes burning with malice. He came from a minor sect of artifact cultivators, and after much scheming had managed to forge these dozen implements—now two were ruined by Yang Nan. How could his heart not ache?

He turned from Chiyang, commanding his remaining dozen artifacts, unleashing countless spells—smashing, slashing, raining down upon Yang Nan. Driven by rage, his implements attacked with fierce intent.

Yang Nan, seeing the onslaught, could only withdraw the scroll of the Sages, releasing golden protective light. Fortunately, though the spells seemed numerous, their power was limited; within the golden light, they were rendered impotent. Yang Nan held the shadow blade, releasing two streams of killing aura to block the incoming artifacts.

The scroll of the Sages radiated a calm, profound energy, seemingly hinting at the supreme Dao of the human realm. Any discerning eye would recognize it as a sacred artifact of the Confucian school.

The yellow-faced bandit’s eyes grew red with greed; this golden-haired girl possessed such a treasure! If he, as an artifact cultivator, could obtain it, his power would soar. Being adept at appraising treasures, he immediately recognized its Confucian origin.

The scroll’s golden light could not be used indefinitely; once its proverbs were recited from beginning to end, it would cease to function. Only after absorbing the righteous energy of heaven and earth could it be used again. Others might not know this weakness, but the yellow-faced bandit certainly did.

“If I capture this little girl, I’ll gain both wealth and treasure. What is this cargo ship compared to such a rare artifact?” Greed blazed in his eyes as he deftly manipulated his techniques, commanding his artifacts to unleash a barrage of spells, enveloping Yang Nan’s protective light—dozens of rays pursued her relentlessly, shaking the shield.

Yang Nan was prepared; he knew the scroll’s workings intimately. If the proverbs were exhausted and the Crab General and Chiyang had not overcome their foes, he might truly be captured alive by the yellow-faced bandit.

But was Yang Nan really limited to defense with the scroll of the Sages alone?

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Seeing Yang Nan forced to defend without counterattack, the yellow-faced bandit grew smug, his artifacts swirling menacingly overhead, ice blades and thunderbolts falling upon the golden shield. Suddenly, Yang Nan withdrew the golden light, silently recited a spell, and activated the Supreme Fiend Body technique. Water energy surged; the ten demon soldiers behind him instantly transformed into ten streaks of white light, merging with Yang Nan. Each streak seemed like a massive chunk of flesh, causing his muscles and bones to crackle. In a flash, he became a towering giant, horned, fanged, grotesque and monstrous!

This was his first time using the Supreme Fiend Body; the sudden surge of power was deeply unsettling. It felt as though a single movement could crush the ship beneath him.

Savage, violent, bloodthirsty! This demon, standing several yards tall, bared its gaping maw and roared thunderously at the yellow-faced bandit, its huge eyes brimming with murderous intent.

“What… what monster is this?” The yellow-faced bandit was stunned; the delicate maiden had turned into a half-human, half-demon behemoth. He wasted no time, commanding his artifacts to strike Yang Nan with wild abandon.

The Supreme Fiend Body exuded terrifying killing aura and a hideous visage. Yang Nan felt boundless strength within, a force capable of uprooting mountains—it delighted him. Though the transformation made him look fearsome, it far surpassed the scroll’s mere defensive capabilities.

With this fiend body, he could traverse the world unimpeded!

“Boom, boom, boom…” Yang Nan strode forward with heavy steps, casually deflecting flying artifacts with his fists, chasing the yellow-faced bandit across the deck. His weight made the flagship creak ominously. The yellow-faced bandit, seeing his spells and implements were useless against the giant, put away his artifacts and produced a bone ring from his robes. The ring unfurled in the wind, landing on the deck and transforming into a horned, demonic monster that charged at Yang Nan!

This demon was even more gruesome, shrouded in dense black mist, its eyes blood-red, its body seemingly awash in endless fresh blood.

Boom!

Yang Nan’s fists collided heavily with the demon; the deck groaned under the strain. In this contest of strength, the demon did not falter.

Yang Nan was shocked; his Supreme Fiend Body harnessed the power of ten top-ranked demon soldiers—his fists could crush mountains. Yet the demon summoned by the yellow-faced bandit, brimming with blood energy, could withstand his mighty blows?

The bandit shouted fiercely, driving the blood mist demon to assault Yang Nan without fear of death. Yang Nan focused his mind, grappling with the demon. Neither knew martial arts—their fight was a chaotic flurry of blows; two giants pummeling each other ferociously.

Seeing his Blood Demon Ring was effective, the bandit sent his remaining artifacts to flank Yang Nan.

With spells assisting, the demon’s strength was overwhelming. Yang Nan’s fiend body began to fracture, struggling to hold on. All around, combat raged—who could spare a hand to help him?

As he was driven back, suddenly a dazzling golden light shot from the third-floor pavilion. It sliced through the air like a knife through butter, instantly severing the bandit’s artifacts. The golden light, like a heavenly sword, crashed down upon the blood mist demon, wounding it grievously!

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The yellow-faced bandit, basking in triumph, was suddenly robbed of his artifacts. He leapt back in fury, shouting, “Which master from the Sect of Soldiers has arrived?”

Anyone who could destroy his painstakingly crafted artifacts in a single stroke was no ordinary person—at least a top-tier grandmaster or a respected figure in the soldier ranks! Though his heart ached, the yellow-faced bandit knew the tide had turned; cunning by nature, he harbored thoughts of retreat.

Yang Nan, witnessing Bu Xu’s astonishing intervention and the coiling dragon’s unmatched sharpness, was overjoyed. He punched the blood mist demon away, reverted to human form, and raced upstairs. The Supreme Fiend Body had reached its limit—if he didn’t flee now, when would he? Once the transformation ended, the ten demon soldiers vomited blood and collapsed, unable to fight further. Though Yang Nan himself was unharmed, the demon soldiers’ power was greatly diminished. The strange cost of the Supreme Fiend Body secretly unsettled him.

The yellow-faced bandit shouted questions, but no one answered. His shattered artifacts lay strewn across the deck, and the blood demon was riddled with wounds. His face twisted in pain; he cried out to the river, “King Golden Scale! King Golden Scale! Come and aid me!”

Yang Nan, hearing his desperate call, sensed danger. This villain had long ruled the Hun River; surely the river spirits were in league with him. They were now in another stretch of the river—the bandit was summoning a water monster for help!

As the bandit screamed, the river began to churn and boil. Dark clouds gathered overhead; thick mist enveloped the entire river, shrouding all vessels—friend or foe—in a haze, obscuring everything.

A thunderous noise rang out; from the fog, a golden light shot from the riverbed, forming in midair the majestic shape of a Buddha. The Buddha’s face radiated compassion, golden light streaming from it, bearing an aura of supremacy. Its enormous mouth opened, roaring with a sound like thunder: “The Holy Buddha of Golden Light is here—why do you vermin not cast down your blades and take refuge in the Buddha?”

The Wang family fleet stood stunned, petrified by the sudden apparition. The bandit soldiers, familiar with the Buddha, cheered at its arrival and slaughtered mercilessly. Wang’s troops were soon awash in blood.

The Buddha hovered in midair, sweeping its massive palm—its power overwhelming. Dozens of Wang family soldiers were pulverized. The Buddha sat heavily, and a giant cargo ship was smashed open, chaos reigning, unstoppable.

Yang Nan frowned in surprise. “What manner of monster is this, able to take the form of a Buddha?” It was obviously not a true Buddha, but a supernatural transformation. Real Buddhist sages would never slaughter so wantonly. Though Yang Nan could not see through its nature, he knew it must be a river spirit.

Behind him, Bu Xu’s eyes flashed coldly. “I suspect this monster has some connection to Buddhism. Let me capture it and question it.” Her coiling dragon danced lightly around her, exuding boundless killing intent.

The golden Buddha was awe-inspiring; two immense white lotuses spun around it, killing all they touched. Wang’s soldiers stabbed at it, but their blades and spears shattered instantly. Loyal as they were, how could mere mortals stand against such a being?

The golden Buddha laughed cruelly, sweeping its giant hand across the deck, shattering weapons and breaking bones, filling the air with cries of agony.

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