An event this unnatural must have a sinister cause.

What’s more, Boku, who wielded the great Demon Subduing Power of an Arhat, immediately sensed an immense threat from the other man. The rampant, ostentatious terror and evil emanating from him were so thick they were nearly tangible.

"I didn’t expect you to react so quickly."

Yuan Luàn picked up the bowl of Tai Lan Country sour noodles, drained the last of the broth, and slowly stood up to face Boku.

"An Arhat of the Buddhist Sect? I went to great lengths to set up this Epidemic Source. I can’t have you ruining it. The scene hasn’t quite reached my expectations yet, so allow me to be your opponent for now."

A smile touched Yuan Luàn’s lips. He reached for the satchel at his waist, opened it, and gently scooped up a small handful of colorful Sugar Beans before sealing the bag again.

"Who are you?"

Boku’s expression grew solemn. Hearing the man admit to being the creator of this tragedy, a fierce rage burned within his firm, bright eyes.

"Me?"

Yuan Luàn paused to think for a moment, then seemed to recall something.

"Right, I’m the test subject you people performed your inhumane experiments on. Now that I’m free, it’s only natural I’d do something out of hatred, isn’t it?"

"As for what to call me... there’s no need to hide it anymore. You can call me the ’Plague of Rebellion’."

Yuan Luàn said with a smile.

"What a pathetic lie. But it doesn’t matter. I can’t let you delay me any longer."

Boku said in a low voice.

BAM!!

His body swelled rapidly, his steel-like muscles bulging and becoming more defined.

A Life Magnetic Field radiated from his body, transforming into a brilliant golden light. It started from his heart and gradually enveloped his entire form, creating an incredibly dense structure that made him resemble a god’s statue enshrined in a temple.

"To extinguish all worldly vexations and reverse the cycle of life and death."

"Pouring all your Power of Life into your physical form, hoping to conquer the world’s chaos with a single body... is that the Arhat Golden Body?"

"A pity. Not even your Buddha could remain in this world forever."

Yuan Luàn opened his palm. The handful of colorful Sugar Beans lay quietly in his hand.

"To deal with one Arhat, this dose should be enough."

The next moment, Yuan Luàn tossed the Sugar Beans from his palm into his mouth and swallowed them whole.

"Enough of your pointless theatrics!"

Boku roared, his golden body shooting toward Yuan Luàn.

He threw a massive golden fist, its power nearly as terrifying as a tank shell.

It was a fearsome fist, capable of shattering a mountainside and carving through solid rock.

The Arhat Body does not pursue the expansion of one’s magnetic field. Instead, it pours everything into the physical form, surpassing human limits in an attempt to challenge life, death, and Reincarnation.

A weaker version of this Cultivation method is the Eight Armed Fist, which uses extreme training to pursue terrifying physical strength.

Bones of steel, a body without flaws!

BOOM!!

The air split before the massive golden fist. In an instant, Boku’s attack was right in front of Yuan Luàn.

BAM!!!

To Boku’s surprise, his fist met almost no resistance. His attack easily broke through the man’s defenses and smashed directly into his chest.

SPLAT!!

The terrifying power of the Arhat Body was unleashed. The punch blasted a huge hole straight through Yuan Luàn’s chest, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere. A torrent of blood shot from his mouth and nose as the massive blow sent him flying backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall of a building by the street.

BOOM!!

The wall exploded, scattering reinforced concrete and kicking up a cloud of dust.

’Impossible... My sense of danger told me he couldn’t be this weak...’

Boku frowned. He never expected it to be so easy—to land a clean, direct hit with his very first punch.

He was certain of the man’s injuries. With a gaping hole in his chest, his heart and internal organs must have been largely pulverized. Not even a Celestial Demon People could survive that.

’Forget it. I can’t dwell on this. I need to deal with the other Epidemic Sources as quickly as possible.’

However, just as he was about to turn and leave, a sound came from the rubble where Yuan Luàn had crashed.

"COUGH, COUGH... An Arhat’s attack... really hits the spot."

Boku watched, seeing clearly as Yuan Luàn, with a dark, gaping hole in his chest, walked out of the ruins. The horrifying wound on his chest was already starting to heal at a rapid pace.

The man’s flesh and blood seemed to have a life of their own, regenerating at an incredible speed. In less than two seconds, the horrific wound had completely closed, as if it had never been there at all.

’This is...’

Boku’s pupils shrank. This terrifying ability couldn’t be described as mere regeneration.

’It’s like... an Immortal Alien.’

’To think that such a logic-defying ability exists among the Celestial Demon?!’

He didn’t know that this was the terrifying power of the Celestial Organization’s Seven Mo Luo.

Not only did they possess immense strength, but their Talent abilities were also terrifying and defied all logic. They were all outstanding Descendants who had inherited the superior abilities of their respective Primordial Ancestors. Their powers could not be measured by common sense.

In terms of individual power in the current world, each of the Seven Mo Luo was a monstrous existence.

"Surprised? You can’t do this simply because human life is, in the end, far too fragile."

"Plagues and diseases, which are like catastrophic floods and beasts to you, are the very foundation of my power."

"So, now do you understand why they call me the ’Plague of Rebellion’?"

A mocking smile played on Yuan Luàn’s lips.

The next moment, his body began to swell rapidly, just like the infected.

His muscles multiplied inch by inch like cancer cells, making his body larger and stronger. But unlike the proliferating Demon Fiends, the growth of his body was completely under his control.

Two meters, three meters, four meters...

His height finally stopped at just over four meters tall.

"Shakyamuni had a sixteen-foot form. Today, I’ll use that same form to play with you."

An incredibly terrifying fluctuation of power radiated from Yuan Luàn’s massive body. Every inch of him now had the strength of steel, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rock. Ordinary heavy weapons wouldn’t even be able to inflict any effective damage on him!

Using his magnetic field to control the effects of specific diseases and plagues to strengthen himself—this was Yuan Luàn’s Talent Magnetic Field Ability.

One of the Seven Mo Luo, the Plague of Rebellion!