Free Web NovelChapter 1154: Chapter 782: The Old Dean
The intense sense of crisis swept through his entire body in an instant, yet to his surprise, he was not harmed.
But there was no time to ponder; his hiding place had already been exposed. Indeed, his Concealing Magical Artifact was like the Emperor’s new clothes within the Ghost Bodhisattva’s domain.
Waiting for death was absolutely not an option. The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything; in this desperate situation, he unleashed unprecedented power, employing his strongest lethal move immediately.
A circular Golden Ring flew out from his hand, heading straight towards Yang Xiao’s head. This artifact’s ability was similar to the Blood Drop; once it encircled the neck, it could decapitate.
But then, an unexpected scene unfolded. The Golden Ring had flown less than 10 meters before abruptly reversing direction and, to his disbelief, tightly encircled his own neck.
The next second, his world turned upside down, spinning uncontrollably. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he saw a headless corpse standing nearby, blood from the neck cavity spraying several meters high.
He died without understanding why the magical artifact suddenly backfired on him.
Elsewhere, the battle continued, though it was really the Demon Sect Vajra playing turtle, hiding within armor-formulated turtle shells, taking a one-sided beating.
Blow after blow struck the dark shell, with Ghost Bamboo Stick attacks capable of destroying flesh, mixed with the spiritual attacks of the Human Bone Staff.
The Ghost Bodhisattva’s three bloody mouths twisted oddly, chanting incomprehensible scriptures, transforming the vast area of several hundred meters into a blood-soaked paradise.
Dozens of Angel Envoys died, leaving behind injured shadows within the twisted forest of flesh, with only the Demon Sect Vajra struggling to endure.
He, along with the armor turtle shell, had sunk half a meter into the ground. As the Ghost Bodhisattva’s four pupils simultaneously focused on him, an unprecedentedly terrifying force struck down, causing the Demon Sect Vajra’s robust body to sink, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
Chanting like demonic music drilled desperately into his ears. In a trance, his mind conjured a bloody hell where distorted corpses knelt, worshiping the small, living White-clothed Buddha before them.
The pendant on his chest emitted a buzzing sound on the brink of its limit, momentarily dispelling the hallucinations in his mind. With bitten tongue, this notably powerful Demon Sect Vajra roared, suddenly standing tall as if lifting a cauldron, forcibly raising the massive defensive armor shell from the pit.
He knew Yang Xiao was reaching his limit; the ultimate victor of this war of attrition would be himself.
Yang Xiao’s situation was even worse; blood flowed from his seven orifices, his entire being like a candle in the wind, his aura waning rapidly, and the Ghost Bodhisattva’s phantom before him began to falter.
The ghostly domain became unstable; faint light pierced the darkness outside, spilling onto this scorched land of flesh.
With trembling hands, he fumbled out the last pill. In Yang Xiao’s nearly extinguished mind, there was no fear, only endless hatred and resentment.
The whispering voices in his mind returned, mocking him, urging him to smash the dark turtle shell before him, then head to Wanqiang and leave no one in Bangshu Town.
Those were ignorant folks who disrespected education, unaware of reverence, and he intended to vigorously convert them, turning the whole city into a paradise of flesh.
"Sin is inherent; Buddha Mother’s mercy, through self-cutting of evil roots, is the way to redeem sins..."
"Flesh and dry bone, earthly paradise, ten thousand ghosts celebrating, Earth Immortal bows..."
"All people are wicked, Buddha’s compassion is evident, universally save all beings, as in their desires..."
Countless voices sang in unison in his mind, and Yang Xiao seemed possessed, smiling eerily, his arm stiffly raising the pill towards his mouth.
From under the turtle shell, the Demon Sect Vajra clearly saw this scene; it was a perfect opportunity.
Gathering all his spiritual power, the Demon Sect Vajra roared, and the dark turtle shell suddenly solidified again, muscles bulging across his body. He dragged the dark turtle shell, fiercely charging towards Yang Xiao.
The Ghost Bodhisattva now remained only as a blurry phantom, incapable of enduring such a collision; the Demon Sect Vajra wagered everything on this: the strongest strike.
Instantly, a red-yellow sandstorm descended from the sky, sweeping over the battlefield, obscuring the sky and earth. Its residual force directly dissipated the Ghost Bodhisattva’s apparition. Through blood-filled eyes, Yang Xiao vaguely saw a human figure standing in the sandstorm.
The figure stood before him, back towards him, facing the charging Demon Sect Vajra without evasion, raising a sand-covered fist to smash the indomitable black turtle shell.
The hidden Demon Sect Vajra didn’t even manage a scream before the sandstorm tore him apart entirely.
All this happened in an instant. When Yang Xiao came to his senses, the sandstorm was already swirling towards him, an intimidating spiritual force pressure materializing behind him.
The next second, a hand slapped the back of his head, and he knew nothing further.
In the last moment of lost consciousness, he felt like a sandbag being grabbed by a rough hand, wind and sand whipping against his face, seemingly rushing at high speed.
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Yang Xiao, in a deep coma, dreamt a very long dream. In the dream, he saw many familiar faces—Professor Cui, Tai Wenqin, Brother Sui... These people gathered, appearing to discuss something intensely, and Professor Cui’s face was marked by tears.
Suddenly, Professor Cui stood up, pointing sharply towards the place where Yang Xiao lay. The group quickly turned to look, but no matter how Yang Xiao tried to explain, they seemed unable to see him, or hear his voice, continuing their urgent conversation with an atmosphere of immense sorrow.
