Chapter 1151: Chapter 780: Flesh Bodhisattva
Yang Xiao’s aura climbed steadily, unflinchingly facing the towering figure charging at him. With a loud "bang," Yang Xiao was knocked flying, and the blurred phantom behind him that had just manifested instantly dissipated.
A sweet and metallic taste rose in his throat from this initial confrontation, leaving Yang Xiao at a significant disadvantage.
In contrast, the towering figure merely slowed its steps, its rhythm slightly disrupted, as it continued to charge down the mountain path.
This Demon Sect Vajra had completely ignored Yang Xiao blocking the path. His mind was entirely focused on chasing the others, specifically the elder whom the Dharma King had personally ordered to be imprisoned.
Yang Xiao bizarrely disappeared from his original spot. In the next second, he emerged from a puddle beside the Demon Sect Vajra, waving the Ghost Bamboo Stick in his hand like the wind, striking fiercely at the Demon Sect Vajra’s chest with a move of immense force.
Faced with this sudden change, the opponent didn’t dodge but instead straightened his chest to meet the blow, with a dark blue ghostly glow emanating from beneath his white robe, resembling a dark armor.
Once an arrow is released, there’s no turning back. Yang Xiao gripped the Ghost Bamboo Stick with both hands, putting all his strength into it, causing the nearby trees and plants to instantly wither and twist as if their life force had been drained.
With a dull "bang," Yang Xiao was jolted back a dozen steps before barely managing to stabilize himself, his palms splitting from the shock, and the Ghost Bamboo Stick in his hands vibrating nonstop.
However, the Demon Sect Vajra’s advancing rhythm was completely disrupted, forcibly stopped, with the mysterious patterns on his boots resembling a small boat appearing and disappearing.
At this moment, the high-ranking City Lord of Bangshu finally looked at the young man blocking his path.
A crack seemed to appear on that expressionless face, and a pair of sinister pupils fixed on Yang Xiao’s face.
The man opened his mouth, emitting a low growl like a beast, with an accent heavy in Myanmar and Thailand tones if listened closely.
Although Yang Xiao couldn’t understand a word, he felt compelled to say something, lest he appear afraid.
In this battle, both sides competed with sheer momentum. After a brief reflection, Yang Xiao’s mouth slowly stretched into an exceedingly grotesque and twisted smile, lifting the Ghost Bamboo Stick with one hand and pointing it at the opponent’s nose, "The Night Owl of Yu Yuan Sect is here, and anyone who stands in my way shall die!"
At this moment, although Yang Xiao’s spiritual power was climbing, he knew he still couldn’t match the person before him. He didn’t dare let this power swell unchecked, fearing he might lose control entirely.
By now, he had a rough guess of what the pill did. It temporarily suppressed the Opera Robe Ghost’s consciousness, allowing him to borrow her power, but there was a limit. Surpassing it would lead to unpredictable consequences, marking it as a forbidden medicine.
Yet under the influence of this powerful effect, a fearsome backlash was imminent, but Yang Xiao had no time to worry about it. After all, by taking it, he had a chance to live, otherwise, he would surely die, leaving him with no choice.
Now, he could only hope to stall the opponent for a bit longer, then seize the moment to make a getaway.
Next, he saw the Demon Sect Vajra, without hesitation, reaching behind to pull out a hefty stick thicker than his own thigh from a blue, long, cylindrical bag.
Immediately after, the man bent his knees slightly, then shot out like a cannonball, swinging the large stick as he charged.
It would be foolish to meet this blow head-on. Yang Xiao instantly slipped into the Mirror World. The Demon Sect Vajra’s stick smashed down, missing Yang Xiao, but the tree beside him met its fate. With only a slight scrape, half of it petrified at a visible pace.
This scene sent a chill down Yang Xiao’s spine, for he remembered the masked elder saying this guy had only high defense, with attacks supposedly very mediocre. How was this considered mediocre?!
He very much wanted the Mirror Ghost to catch up with that old guy and haul him back to see with his own eyes.
This adversary, though large, moved straightforwardly, taking a broad, open path that lacked the agility of Yang Xiao, who held the Soul-Capturing Mirror.
Seizing the moment while the opponent was distracted, Yang Xiao shuttled to his back, delivering a Mountain Opening Formation strike.
Although the opponent sensed it, he was ultimately half a beat slow and got hit with a stick.
But before Yang Xiao could rejoice, something bizarre happened. Just two or three inches from the opponent’s back, the blow was obstructed by an odd force.
Knowing how rare this opportunity was, Yang Xiao frantically infused spiritual power into the bamboo stick. In the next moment, the twisted force of the Ghost Bamboo Stick tore through the white robe, revealing an armor hidden beneath.
The armor was pitch black and covered with irregular lattice patterns. Yang Xiao’s first thought was that it resembled a turtle shell.
Without a doubt, this had to be the Demon Sect Vajra’s protective magical artifact. Just then, a gust of wind hit his face as the opponent turned around, swinging a stick simultaneously.
As Yang Xiao retreated, he summoned the Human Bone Staff, briefly charged, and smashed down. A surge of powerful spiritual energy shot forth toward the Demon Sect Vajra’s face, but then a green pendant hanging from the opponent’s neck shimmered momentarily, causing the powerful spiritual energy to disperse significantly. The remaining energy hitting the intense spiritual power of the Demon Sect Vajra felt akin to a mere itch.
This was a magical artifact capable of dispelling spiritual attacks, something Yang Xiao had never seen before.
Despite its ability to dispel, it must have a limit, but Yang Xiao’s current level of spiritual power was insufficient to test its boundaries.
He summoned the Ghost Lantern and detonated it, taking the opportunity to flee once more. However, at this moment, another figure silently appeared behind the Demon Sect Vajra.
The newcomer was, of course, the Mirror Ghost. With his remaining arm, he clutched the black stone tightly and pressed it against the Vajra’s back. The accumulated power exploded, and the Mirror Ghost was almost sacrificing himself to severely injure this person—a tactic Yang Xiao had no choice but to employ.
Yet he still underestimated this guy’s defensive capabilities. Dozens of black beams hit the person’s back, only burning a few holes in the worn-out white robe. It was too late for the Mirror Ghost to retreat, and he was knocked away by a staff, half his body turning to stone at a visible speed while in mid-air.
His left leg was the most severely injured, almost completely petrified, shattered to pieces upon hitting the ground.
Just one blow forced the Mirror Ghost, who had nearly peak Fierce Grade strength, out of the battle. If it had been a human, the outcome would have been instant death.
Meanwhile, the connection between the Mirror Ghost and Yang Xiao was severed. This feeling was indescribable, like a piece of the heart was dug out in an instant, or like a tightly wound heartstring snapped.
Even worse, a large group of white-clad Magic Disciples appeared in the distance, numbering in the dozens, led by two genuine Ghost-level Apostles.
The Demon Sect Vajra fixed his gaze on Yang Xiao, the chilling malice in his eyes as if sure of defeating him. Without turning his head, he let out a low roar, and the Magic Disciples, upon receiving the order, immediately abandoned support, seemingly intent on directly pursuing the masked elder and Sui’s group.
Looking at the Mirror Ghost, who lay limp on the ground, motionless, with a face identical to his own but half petrified, one eye still open, submerged in the mud and water.
At this moment, Yang Xiao seemed to see not just one face in the mud, but that of Sui, Professor Cui, and Tai Wenqin. If they were caught, this would be their end.
Or perhaps they’d be decapitated and their heads brought back, tied to the Demon Sect Vajra’s belt as trophies.
The remaining corpses would hang in the town center square, just like those poor souls, exposed as a warning to others.
"They will die..."
"Everyone will die..."
"It’s all because of you..."
"You’ve brought misfortune to those around you, you are the one who deserves to die most..."
"You’re a selfish person, they all died because of you, because you wouldn’t risk everything to protect them..."
"You’re used to living alone..."
"How pitiful..."
Countless whispers filled his ears, making Yang Xiao’s head feel like it would explode. His pupils trembled, heart raced, and the hatred rising within him instantly shattered the barriers in his mind, leaving nothing to restrain him any longer, as his mental shackles neared collapse.
At the same time, the Magic Disciples, ready to flank him from both sides, sensed something amiss because it got dark.
The sky was already dark, but now it was even darker. Looking up, all the stars in the sky had vanished, as if swallowed by some bizarre force, turning the night sky into a mass of impenetrable ink.
Facing Yang Xiao, the Demon Sect Vajra shouted a retreat order, and if Yang Xiao could understand, he’d know that this guy wanted everyone else to stay and kill him first.
But Yang Xiao couldn’t understand, more precisely, he couldn’t hear anymore. At the moment he broke through the mental barrier, all the whispers vanished, leaving his world plunged into silence.
In the horrified eyes of the Magic Disciples, a towering White-robed Bodhisattva strode slowly out from the void behind Yang Xiao, standing several dozens of meters tall.
The White-robed Great Bodhisattva pressed his palms together, with countless auspicious clouds rising around him. He treaded upon the void, swaying as he walked towards the Demon Sect Vajra. Divine mist circled, while solemn and grand chanting erupted, echoing throughout the valley, as though transported to the Holy Land Ling Mountain, albeit another kind of sacred flesh mountain.
"Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūṃ....."
"Hūṃ Mahā Mantra..."
Blood tears flowed from Yang Xiao’s eyes, his entire being seeming to endure extreme sorrow. Centered on the Ghost Bodhisattva, a range of a hundred meters was enveloped in a strange light. Bark peeled off trees; green grass and bushes seemed to come alive, tearing and entwining each other. Magic Disciples looked up at the White-robed Great Bodhisattva, eyes unfocused, trembling uncontrollably, dropping to their knees one after another, weeping inconsolably, madly kowtowing in the direction of the White-robed Bodhisattva.
These people grew increasingly hysterical, continuously muttering, as though reciting scriptures or pleading for the Bodhisattva to forgive their sins, kowtowing until
, bark peeled off trees; green grass and bushes seemed to come alive, tearing and entwining each other. Magic Disciples looked up at the White-robed Great Bodhisattva, eyes unfocused, trembling uncontrollably, dropping to their knees one after another, weeping inconsolably, madly kowtowing in the direction of the White-robed Bodhisattva.
These people grew increasingly hysterical, continuously muttering, as though reciting scriptures or pleading for the Bodhisattva to forgive their sins, kowtowing until they acknowledged the sins they committed, continuously kowtowing until
