The Demon with Holy Radiance

"It’s useless. You’re strong, but you can’t kill me. Ultimately, it’s all for nothing."

Hai Yun stood there, completely unscathed. There wasn’t even a single scratch on him. After exchanging a few blows with Yang An, he now had a complete understanding of Yang An’s strength. His previous solemn demeanor vanished, replaced once again by a mocking sneer.

"See everything around you? We both leave our mark here. The ’me’ that existed a moment ago is still me. Even if you kill me, I am still me. That is why you cannot kill me.

But what about you? What if I just stood here and let you kill me over and over? How long could you last?"

"The price for a Light Forbidden Technique is enormous. I don’t know why you haven’t suffered the backlash yet, but there will surely come a time when that price comes due.

As for me, I can last for at least a day before the price comes due. And even then, it won’t kill me.

Can you last that long?

In the meantime, how will you possibly deal with me?"

Yang An didn’t answer. Even if Hai Yun hadn’t said it aloud, he could already feel how terrifying he was.

This guy was simply impossible to kill. His Power of Rules was as terrifying as time itself reversing.

Faced with such an enemy, anyone would be completely helpless.

He couldn’t be killed, and there was no escape. A profound sense of despair washed over him.

But if Yang An were the type to simply give up and accept his fate, he wouldn’t be Yang An.

"So what?"

"What?"

"Even if I can’t kill you, what do you think people will say when they find out that I, an Early Stage Zombie God, fought you—a Bodhisattva—and didn’t lose ground? Will they think I’m strong? Or will they think I’m weak? Heh heh heh.

No one will care how a Zombie God dies. But if a Zombie God, fighting someone from the Insect Dao, dies from the backlash of his own technique... well, who becomes the laughingstock then?

In their eyes, I’ll be the strong one, and you... you’ll be the weakling who couldn’t even kill a Zombie God!"

Yang An laughed. Compared to Hai Yun’s mockery, his words were far more sarcastic. He even raised his hand toward Hai Yun, making an insulting thumbs-down gesture.

Hai Yun’s brow furrowed for a moment, but then he burst out laughing.

"Provocation is useless, Your Highness the Buddha Prince. You know that. Within the Great Virtue Temple, throughout the entire Treasure Temple Domain, no one dares to laugh at me."

He paused, then chuckled again.

"So what if I just stand here, motionless, and let you do your worst?

Psychological games are a poor strategy. They won’t change your fate. I can kill you at any moment, but you can’t kill me. You will die drowning in your own powerlessness, and that will be enough."

Hai Yun spread his arms wide, seeming to do exactly as he said—dropping all his defenses and inviting Yang An to attack with his full strength.

"If you want to kill me, then come. I already understand all of your tricks. But my patience is limited. I’ll give you just three chances.

After those three chances, it will be your time to die!"

"As for your secret... it doesn’t matter if you don’t talk. My Great Virtue Temple has its ways."

Hearing Hai Yun’s words and watching him truly abandon all resistance as he’d said, Yang An retorted,

"You said it yourself!"

A flurry of incomplete Forbidden Artifact Fragments suddenly appeared in his hands.

Although all these Forbidden Artifact Fragments came with a price, Yang An couldn’t afford to worry about that now.

’Compared to death, what does the price matter?’

"Fragments? Heh."

However, upon seeing the Forbidden Artifact Fragments in Yang An’s hands, Hai Yun showed no intention of changing his mind. Instead, he just gave a disdainful laugh.