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With one step, the power of the Arhat's golden body, which had been accumulating within him for a long time and was completely ignited by anger and willpower, erupted in full force!
Om-! ! !
A golden light, more dazzling and intense than the sun, burst forth from his center!
Amidst the light, the colossal Arhat image with three heads and six arms reappeared!
But this time, the Dharma image was no longer an illusion, but became incredibly solid, as if cast from gold! The Dharma image's six eyes opened simultaneously, burning with golden wrath powerful enough to incinerate all the evil in the world!
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"Great! Mighty! Heavenly! Dragon!"
The roar of Long Yan and the howl of the Dharma Image merged into one, transforming into a world-destroying sonic wave that swept out!
The first to be affected were the dozens of new generation vampires.
The moment they came into contact with the golden Buddha light, it was as if they had been thrown into lava! Before they could even utter a scream, they were burned to ashes in the holy Buddha light!
Next came those deformed, fleshy monsters.
Their prized hard shells and sharp claws, under the Buddha's radiant light, became as fragile as paper. Their bodies rapidly melted and decomposed, turning into pools of foul-smelling pus.
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And those bizarre black magic spells are even more laughable.
The flying head was purified by the Buddha's light in mid-air and fell with a mournful cry.
Before the swarms of poisonous insects and venomous creatures could even get close to Long Yan's body, they were instantly killed by his extremely yang and powerful aura!
And so, step by step, Long Yan walked through the corpses and ashes of demons and entered the gates of "Eternal Night Pictures".
With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet was purified by the Buddha's light, transforming into a golden pure land.
With each step he took, the darkness and evil of the entire building receded a little.
He, a lone figure, a walking...demon-slaying temple!
He will use the most ruthless and domineering methods to completely purify this den of demons, layer by layer, from bottom to top!
On the top floor, through the magic crystal, Vladimir witnessed this scene, and a look of terror finally appeared on his face—a look he had never shown in the hundreds of years since his birth.
He realized he was wrong.
How wrong.
This is not a reckless man.
This is a deity! A demon-slaying king walking among mortals! A sword.
Chapter 165 Dragon Flame's Buddhist chants sweep away evil spirits!
Long Yan's advance was unstoppable.
He fought his way from the first floor to the tenth floor. All the demons and monsters on the ten floors were no match for his overwhelming power, like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.
The entire building trembled beneath his feet.
The walls and floors along the way were imprinted with huge swastika symbols by the golden light of Buddha. These symbols not only purified the evil energy within the building, but also fundamentally undermined Vladimir's magical control over the structure.
At the top, Zhang Ling's pressure had long since vanished.
The monsters that had been attacking him were now rushing down to their deaths.
He looked at the figure in the magic crystal, who seemed to be a god descending to earth, sweeping all the way up, and felt his throat go dry.
"Damn... this guy... he came out of seclusion and seems to have become several times more monstrous... '683'," he muttered to himself, "Is this still a monk? This is practically a humanoid walking Gundam..."
Lester, standing to the side, was already pale with fright, his body trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the hellish scene within the crystal, for the first time, he began to doubt the "Prince" he served.
Finally, Long Yan stepped onto the last step leading to the top floor.
When he pushed open the heavy door, carved with strange patterns, all the flesh specimens and modified creatures in the entire top-floor studio seemed to sense the coming of the apocalypse, letting out terrified cries and huddling in the corners, trembling.
Long Yan's gaze swept over Zhang Ling, who had survived the ordeal, and he nodded slightly to him.
Immediately, his gaze, like the sharpest sword, locked onto Vladimir, who stood in front of the French windows with an incredibly gloomy expression...
Eyes facing each other.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
"You are Vladimir?" Long Yan's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Vladimir's face had lost all its elegance and composure. He looked at Long Yan as if he were looking at a barbarian who had destroyed his most beloved work of art, his eyes filled with rage and murderous intent.
“Eastern monk…you…destroyed my collection…destroyed my…art!” He practically spat out the words through clenched teeth.
"Art?" A chilling smile curled at the corner of Long Yan's lips. "Twisting life, imprisoning the soul, is this what you call 'art'?"
“You don’t understand!” Vladimir suddenly screamed hysterically. “You mortals will never understand! Life itself is imperfect! Fragile, fleeting, and full of flaws! Only through my ‘shaping’ can those useless impurities be removed, achieving eternal, ultimate beauty! I am… evolving life! I am… creating a god!”
“You are not creating a god.” Long Yan shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes. “You are just… satisfying your own twisted, perverse desire for control. You are just a pathetic worm hiding in the darkness, playing with flesh and blood.”
"shut up!"
Long Yan's words seemed to have struck a nerve. Vladimir roared in fury!
Without another word, he transformed into a bolt of black lightning and launched an attack on Long Yan!
His speed was incredibly fast, far surpassing Isabella's previous speed! His fingernails became sharper than blades, gleaming with a chilling light, aiming straight for Long Yan's heart!
This is the most primal and deadliest close-quarters combat among vampires!
However, Long Yan simply watched him quietly.
Just as Vladimir's claws were about to touch his body, Long Yan slowly raised his right hand.
Then, he punched out.
It was unremarkable, with no special moves whatsoever.
It was just the purest, most direct, and most domineering punch!
Golden light burst forth from the fist!
boom--! ! !
Fists and claws clashed.
A deafening explosion reverberated across the entire top floor!
Vladimir let out a painful groan, and his whole body was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he arrived, as if he had been hit by a speeding train!
He crashed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, and amidst the sound of shattering glass, he landed awkwardly on the rooftop outside.
His prized claws, capable of tearing through steel plates, were now broken into pieces, dripping with blood!
One punch!
With just one punch, the Thorn Demon Prince, who had lived for hundreds of years and was famous for his physical modifications, was defeated!
“This…is impossible…” Vladimir struggled to get up from the ground, looking at his crippled right hand in disbelief.
His body, shaped and strengthened over hundreds of years, far surpassed that of any other vampire of the same level! Yet... he couldn't even withstand a single punch from his opponent!
Long Yan slowly walked out of the broken French windows and onto the rooftop.
He looked at the disheveled Vladimir with indifferent eyes: "Your power is built on the plunder and distortion of others. Its foundation is impure, and it is all show and no substance. Before the true power of the guardian deities, it is utterly vulnerable."
"I don't believe it!" A hint of madness flashed in Vladimir's eyes!
He knew that in a simple contest of strength, he was no match for him!
He spread his arms and let out a sharp shriek to the sky!
With his shriek, the flesh and blood behind him began to undergo terrifying and bizarre changes!
His body, like a melting wax figure, began to twist and reform. His bones lengthened, his muscles proliferated, and his back tore open, sprouting a pair of enormous, bat-like, rotting fleshy wings! His face, too, ceased to be handsome, transforming into a terrifying monster without a mouth or nose, possessing only a single, enormous eye!
He actually "molded" himself into the most terrifying...weapon of war!
"Behold this, monk! This is my most perfect masterpiece—the 'God of Flesh and Blood' form!"
After transforming, Vladimir let out an inhuman roar, flapped his fleshy wings, stirred up a foul-smelling gale, and pounced on Long Yan once again!
This time, he wasn't just attacking; he wanted to use his ugly yet powerful appearance to corrupt Long Yan's eyes and shake his Buddhist heart!
However, when Long Yan looked at the ugly monster in front of him, his eyes remained calm and indifferent.
He simply lifted his foot slightly.
Then, he stomped heavily on the ground of the rooftop!
"Great! Mighty! Heavenly! Dragon!"
Boom——! ! !
Centered on his landing point, countless golden chains, engraved with the swastika symbol, suddenly shot out from the rooftop!
These chains of Buddha light, as if they were alive, instantly bound Vladimir tightly in mid-air!
No matter how Vladimir struggled or roared, he could not break free from this demon-subduing cage made of the purest Buddhist power!
"Demon, before the Buddha, you will never... ever rise again!"
Long Yan's voice, like a divine pronouncement, echoed throughout the night sky of Hong Kong.
Chapter 166 Rescuing Wang Xian'er, being secretly photographed by paparazzi
On the rooftop, the Buddha's light dissipated, and the demonic flames turned to ash.
Vladimir, the terrifying "shaper" from Europe, vanished from this world in the most thorough way imaginable.
Long Yan stood quietly, the night wind ruffling his gray monk's robe. He looked down at his palm, where the warmth of the swastika symbol still seemed to linger.
A thrilling battle has finally come to an end.
"Is...it all done?" Zhang Ling cautiously peeked out from the other end of the rooftop. Seeing that only Long Yan was left, he let out a long sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground. "My god...that scared me to death...Big monk, you...07, you're not even human!"
Upon hearing this, Long Yan simply smiled faintly. The overwhelming killing intent that had ignited in his chest due to anger gradually subsided, transforming into a peaceful and serene state.
He dialed Li Ying's number and learned that Wang Xian'er had been safely rescued. The last weight on his heart was finally lifted.