Chapter 390: Chapter 270: They’ve Really Provoked Him This Time

There were several other Abbots with Corpse Transformation cultivations. These fellows were rather docile and made no move, merely guarding a side hall for Buddha worship.

Since it was on his way, Yang An, in his capacity as the Buddha’s Son, felt obliged to pay his respects and wanted to enter for worship. But... he was refused by those fellows.

Although their words weren’t impolite, Yang An knew they were surely cursing him in their hearts.

’Since they were cursing me, it was a provocation. I had no choice but to act.’

And so, along the way, the Xian Shrine in Yang An’s possession had absorbed no fewer than a hundred Demon Barriers. He took the opportunity to undo his Concealment Seal, revealing his Cultivation Level to be at the Middle Stage of Corpse Transformation.

And his true Cultivation Level, having absorbed the Demon Barriers of several deceased individuals who also had Corpse Transformation cultivations, was now not too far from the Zombie God realm.

It was now just past 1:00 AM. The last time he walked from the Mingxin Zen Courtyard to Grand View Cave Zen, it had taken him less than half an hour. Tonight, however, adopting a leisurely pace, he had walked for a full hour and a half and still hadn’t reached his destination.

He could only blame the scenery within the temple—sights he’d never appreciated before—for being so utterly captivating tonight, making him want to linger.

Soon, he continued walking in the direction of Grand View Cave Zen.

He had only taken a few steps when several protectors suddenly darted out from a side street, looking as if they were fleeing in a panic. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

THWACK!

A flying pebble struck Yang An’s arm with some force.

Yang An’s previously serene expression instantly twisted with rage.

’This time, it wasn’t my fault. These guys had actually gone and provoked me.’

"You..."

With a dark expression, Yang An opened his mouth to ask these fellows why they were provoking him. But he only managed to get out one word before he saw a black shadow suddenly pass right through the group of protectors.

In the blink of an eye, copious amounts of blood sprayed from the protectors, and their bodies were instantly mangled.

Half of the flesh on their bodies had inexplicably vanished, as if something had taken a huge bite, ripping it away and swallowing it.

The men all groaned in pain, attempting to recover by drawing on their Immortality.

But in the next instant, hundreds of palm prints appeared on their bodies. Each strike caved in their flesh, squeezing out copious amounts of yellow and white matter from within.

The scene was suddenly both bloody and bizarre.

The protectors were nearly powerless to resist. On the verge of a violent death, their eyes filled with terror.

Just then, countless white feathers suddenly appeared in mid-air, with fleeting flashes of crimson flickering among them. They materialized in front of the protectors, blocking the path between them and the shadowy figure.

On the brink of death, the protectors saw someone intervene in their moment of crisis and began to weep with joy.

’This is... Someone is trying to save us!’

A glance revealed that it was none other than the temple’s new His Highness the Buddha Prince!

In their eyes, the figure instantly became like a savior, suffused with holy Buddha’s Radiance.

"Buddha’s Son, save us..."

Enduring their agony, the men joyfully began to speak.

But before they could finish speaking, the White Feathers, glinting with a cold light, descended upon them like rain. In an instant, the men were diced to pieces, their flesh and blood turning to ash as they were torn apart.

One after another, their Buddhist Shrines shattered like a string of firecrackers. Streams of Demon Barriers flew out from them, ultimately flowing into the Xian Shrine in front of Yang An.

As another small portion of pure Mana flowed into his body, Yang An reached out and rubbed his arm. That pebble from before had really stung.

’It was still hurting, but it wasn’t my arm that ached—it was my heart! Someone had almost poached my kill.’

He glanced at the figure still standing there and raised an eyebrow. ’This fellow’s cultivation aura is only at the Visceral Stone stage, yet he was chasing down several other protectors of the same level. His combat prowess is clearly impressive.’

When he saw the person’s face, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, ’So ugly.’

From a distance, the person’s entire body appeared covered in black hair, even on his head and hands. Only upon closer inspection could one see that the so-called hair was actually countless, densely packed, microscopic Buddhist Mantras.

’Who would cover their own body in Buddhist Mantras? Anyone who does that is definitely not normal.’

Yang An studied him, but the fellow had no facial features. Even so, Yang An could feel an invisible gaze land on him.

However, the gaze only swept over him for a moment before vanishing. The ugly protector then turned to leave.

Facing Yang An, he began to slowly back away, preparing to retreat into the alley behind him.

’I don’t plan on bothering with him. He’s just a minor protector. I’ll let him go.’

But just then, as if by chance, a sudden gust of wind blew from the ugly protector’s direction toward Yang An, carrying the recently formed ash with it.

A single, tiny speck of ash landed perfectly on the back of Yang An’s hand.

Yang An’s expression changed in an instant!

’Fine, just fine. I was going to let you go, but you dare to provoke me!’

The countless White Feathers, which he had not yet recalled, instantly shot toward the protector like high-speed bullets.

RUMBLE!

The courtyard walls surrounding the protector were instantly demolished, and the two Golden Buddha Statues standing at the intersection were pulverized.

The man clearly hadn’t expected Yang An to attack so suddenly, but his reflexes were incredibly fast. In an instant, he looked up and struck out with his palm.