The Buddhist shadows, initially faintly visible, soon radiated golden light and transformed into solid statues.
Each one gleamed brilliantly, as if forged from pure gold.
“Dharma Form Golden Bodies! No, wait—just simplified imitations.” The blood-robed youth was momentarily stunned, but after scanning the eighteen statues with his divine sense, he sneered dismissively.
“Even if they are simplified, eighteen golden bodies are enough to vanquish demons,” the old monk said calmly. With a swift hand seal, a seven-colored halo several zhang in diameter appeared behind his head.
As the seven-colored light swept over the eighteen golden statues, their eyes snapped open, and they began to move, lifting their arms and legs as if coming to life.
Seeing this, the blood-light avatar’s expression darkened. Without a word, he reached behind his head.
A piercing shriek erupted as a massive, blood-red skeleton materialized eerily.
The skeleton was five or six zhang tall, its bones translucent and crimson, wreathed in swirling grayish-white energy. The moment it appeared, it roared, spewing blood-light, and a surge of baleful aura shot into the sky.
Without hesitation, the silver-haired old man first waved his seven-colored feather fan toward the distance, then flicked his wrist, sending five gleaming silver rings flying forth.
The seven-colored feather fan was none other than the Seven Flames Fan, a spiritual treasure Han Li had once replicated in the human world.
Back then, that imitation had helped him slay countless formidable foes. Now, with the genuine artifact unleashing its full power, its might was unstoppable.
With a thunderous roar, countless crimson runes surged across the fan’s surface, and a scarlet firebird emerged. Initially only a foot long, it expanded to a hundred zhang in a few flashes.
With a single flap of its wings, the firebird’s feathers erupted in seven-colored flames, filling the sky with scorching heat. Waves of seven-colored halos surged toward the blood-light avatar.
Meanwhile, the five silver rings instantly transformed into a row of massive hoops, resembling five silver moons in the sky. They emitted eerie hums as they descended.
Zen Master Jinyue acted just as swiftly as the silver-haired old man. Chanting incantations, the eighteen golden statues surrounding him vanished in a flash.
The next moment, golden light flared around the blood-robed youth as the statues silently reappeared. Though motionless, an invisible force pressed inward from all sides.
The blood-light avatar’s face darkened, but with a cold snort, clouds of bloody demonic energy billowed from his body. Flicking his sleeves, countless blood-colored orbs shot out in all directions. At the same time, the crimson skeleton behind him blurred, transforming into a shadow that lunged toward the seven-colored firebird.
In an instant, thunderous booms erupted near the blood clouds as the silver-haired old man and his companion, wielding their treasures and formations, clashed fiercely with the Sacred Ancestor’s avatar.
With a thunderous *boom*, Han Li felt his hands grow hot as two mountains, each over a hundred zhang tall, were flung from his grasp. The recoil sent him flying backward dozens of zhang before he stabilized mid-air, though a faint flush briefly colored his face.
The demonic warrior opposite him staggered back a similar distance, his pair of dark-green maces scattering from his grip. Meanwhile, the three-headed, six-armed golden body was locked in combat with a pitch-black, mountain-ghost-like monster.
Their fists and feet blurred—one wreathed in golden light, explosions ringing out, the other shrouded in demonic energy, black radiance scattering wildly with piercing shrieks.
Yet, whether it was the Vajra Body or the humanoid monster, neither seemed fazed by the other’s blows, merely swaying slightly before lunging back into the fray, as if both possessed indestructible bodies.
“Impressive. To match me in pure physical combat—this is a first. But if this is all you’ve got, there’s no point continuing,” the demonic warrior said coldly, flexing his stinging wrists, his earlier frenzy replaced by icy calm.
“You talk too much,” Han Li replied expressionlessly, circulating his vast spiritual power to instantly dispel his minor discomfort.
“Fine. Since you refuse my mercy, I’ll send you to your grave!” The demonic warrior laughed maniacally. The shadowy demonic figure behind him solidified into a three-headed lion of immense size.
As the lion’s form clarified, an overwhelming aura erupted from the warrior. His blood-red armor ignited in crimson flames, enveloping him entirely.
With a sinister grin, the warrior slowly raised his hands, fingers splayed toward Han Li, and closed his eyes.
The three-headed lion’s six eyes, previously shut, opened to fixate on Han Li with emotionless, jade-green pupils.
A chill ran down Han Li’s spine. With a shout, he formed a seal, and the Vajra Body battling the black monster vanished. His own body swelled, transforming into a golden-furred ape over a hundred zhang tall.
Golden light flashed behind the ape as the three-headed, six-armed Vajra Body merged with it, amplifying its aura. The ape raised its hands, summoning a black and a green mountain into its palms.
At that moment, two viscous, blood-red beams shot from the warrior’s palms, while the three-headed lion spewed beams of azure, white, and black from its mouths.
The five beams merged mid-flight into a colossal four-colored pillar.
Though silent, the pillar’s terrifying power made the ape shudder. Without hesitation, Han Li channeled his mana into the mountains, which swelled to hundreds of zhang, shielding him completely.
The four-colored beam struck the mountains with a cataclysmic explosion. Multicolored flames erupted, towering over a thousand zhang and engulfing both peaks and the ape.
Within the inferno, the mountains trembled and shrank rapidly, vanishing within moments.
With no barriers left, the devastating energy surged toward the ape.
Roaring, the ape’s black armor billowed with dark energy, countless runes forming a barrier that held back the flames.
The clash of energies produced deafening booms. The runic shield warped and groaned under the strain, threatening to collapse.
With a furious bellow, the ape’s body swelled tenfold. Light flared at its sides as two additional heads and four golden arms sprouted, completing its three-headed, six-armed titan form.
All six arms reached skyward, conjuring six blinding golden orbs that merged into a massive vortex, spinning furiously.
The vortex unleashed a colossal force, colliding with the flames in another earth-shaking explosion. Shockwaves rippled outward, distorting space itself.
The demonic warrior, witnessing this, paled slightly. Closing his fists, he halted the golden beam, though fatigue flickered across his face.
The three-headed lion’s eyes dimmed as it ceased its assault.
When the chaos cleared, the warrior’s expression twisted in shock.
The golden ape stood unharmed, its six hands weaving seals. The golden vortex before it had expanded tenfold, pulsing ominously as faint golden waves rippled from its center.
“An attack of that magnitude rivals a casual strike from a Mahayana cultivator. To emerge unscathed… I underestimated you,” the warrior admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.
“Courtesy demands reciprocity. Try enduring *my* strike before speaking,” the ape retorted coldly. Its six arms jerked forward, gripping the void.
With a *whoosh*, the massive vortex compressed into a head-sized golden orb.
The ape lunged, its colossal form and the orb vanishing simultaneously.
The next instant, the warrior’s pupils contracted as he looked up—
High above, the ape reappeared, hurling the golden orb downward with devastating force.
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