Chapter 388: Chapter 269: Good! You Dare to Actively Provoke Me

"Hurry! Keep going! Plenty more people want to provoke you. Don’t stop!"

"Alright."

Yang An changed direction again, heading toward Grand View Cave Zen.

...

De Yuan was an Abbot Monk of the Great Virtue Temple. He had long been stationed outside the temple, responsible for guarding a Glazed Tower in a small city within a State Territory. But every time the Joyful Shrine Association was held, he would always return to the Great Virtue Temple without fail.

He had once been just an ordinary monk himself. For him, the Joyful Shrine Association was a heaven-sent opportunity, a rare and magnificent occasion.

At this moment, he was chasing a guardian monk in a cruel game of cat and mouse.

The monk fled. De Yuan gave chase. There was no escape.

"Pu Sang! Since you came looking for me, why not stop running? Stop! Become a part of me, and we shall achieve Buddhahood together!"

De Yuan reached out. Countless tentacles shot from his hand with incredible speed.

Heads with huge, fanged maws emerged from the tips of the tentacles, instantly clamping down on the guardian monk, Pu Sang.

Fear contorted Pu Sang’s face as he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

But more and more tentacles coiled around him, dragging him relentlessly toward De Yuan, his body beginning to fuse with De Yuan’s.

His arms and legs melted into De Yuan’s stomach. Half his torso burrowed into De Yuan’s flesh, while the other half still struggled feebly.

Laughter escaped De Yuan’s lips. He pressed one hand on Pu Sang’s head, trying to shove it into his own chest.

Just then, a figure walked straight past on the street ahead, apparently oblivious to the scene unfolding in the alley.

But a moment later, the figure slowly walked back and stopped at the mouth of the alley. His gaze fell directly on De Yuan, who was in the middle of absorbing Pu Sang.

"What are you doing?"

A strange smile touched Yang An’s lips. His Monk’s Robe was already spattered with blood, giving him a savage and menacing look.

"Buddha’s Son?"

De Yuan, his hand still pressed on Pu Sang’s head, froze for a second.

The next moment, he violently tore Pu Sang’s head from his body and casually tossed it aside. A torrent of blood gushed from the severed neck, spraying across De Yuan’s face. The excitement in his expression only intensified.

"You only managed to get a worthless Buddhist Shrine. Instead of staying safely in your Zen Room, you dared to come out. Since you’re here..."

"Merge with me, Your Highness the Buddha Prince!"

In an instant, innumerable tentacles shot toward Yang An.

The tentacles were coated in a virulent poison. Even others at the Corpse Transformation stage couldn’t withstand it; a single touch would render them helpless.

’Rumor has it the new His Highness the Buddha Prince is a True Buddha Reincarnation. If I can merge with the reincarnated body of a True Buddha, it will be my greatest prize from this Joyful Shrine Association.’

Yang An remained motionless as he watched the tentacles fill the entire alley. They toppled the surrounding courtyard walls as they surged toward him.

From behind him, a dense swarm of white lights flashed into existence, colliding head-on with the head-sprouting tentacles.

CRASH!

The entire alley was destroyed in a sudden shower of blood and gore.

The sharp White Feathers sliced rapidly through the tentacles. With a simple pass, they lopped off the heads one by one, sending sprays of blood jetting from the severed appendages.

Yang An advanced on De Yuan step by step, his feet treading on the sticky, blood-soaked ground, completely unfazed.

The tentacles, however, were rapidly shrinking, growing shorter and shorter.

Seeing this, De Yuan, on the other hand, felt no concern. ’The Buddha’s Son is only at the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation, while I am at the Middle Stage. And this is hardly my only trick.’

His flesh rapidly contracted, completely engulfing the half-devoured body of Pu Sang.

De Yuan stomped his foot. His entire body began to swell, and several thick, tentacle-like tails sprouted from his back, each tipped with a similarly grotesque head.

But just then, with a flash of white light, the mass of tentacles before him was instantly shredded.

Yang An accelerated, appearing before him in a blur and slamming a hand onto his face.

A terrifying surge of power erupted, dragging De Yuan’s body across the ground and smashing it headfirst into a massive Golden Buddha Statue.

The Golden Buddha Statue instantly shattered into dust, as did De Yuan’s physical body.

Dark Communication Secret Spell!

A black light unfurled from the shadows. It spread out like a domain—silent and unnoticed. Though it lasted only for an instant, it froze all the pulverized flesh in place.

The next moment, countless white lights flickered again, descending like a furious squall.