The Demon with Holy Radiance

The cultivators who had just entered the fray quickly retreated. Only after they were outside the range of the intense light did they look back at the battlefield, their hearts still pounding with fear.

Merely being grazed by that brilliant light had caused thick black smoke to rise from their bodies. Their flesh grew scorching hot as the water inside them evaporated en masse, leaving their forms withered and dry.

Had they not retreated in time, their physical bodies would have likely disintegrated in that instant.

But now, that intense light persisted. Though it was nighttime, the battlefield was as bright as day.

"What’s happening? This power... could it be an Immortal Platform from Qiangui Mountain has made a move?"

"This aura... Look! Everyone, look!"

The crowd looked suspiciously toward the core of the blinding light. A familiar aura was slowly approaching the Qiangui Mountain cultivators. The figure enveloped in light was surprisingly familiar.

It was Yang An, who had vanished before their very eyes just a moment ago!

"This is... the Power of Light Rules!"

They could feel the terrifying aura contained within the radiating light. That world-ending power spread outward relentlessly. The cultivators from Qiangui Mountain who were engulfed by it were reduced to ash in the blink of an eye, their lives and daos extinguished before they could even scream.

At that moment, everyone finally understood what Yang An had meant earlier.

’If you’re not afraid to die, then follow me.’ It turned out he wasn’t warning them that they would be killed by the people from Qiangui Mountain, but that they would be killed by him, the one who said it.

The man had actually launched an indiscriminate attack, and with what was rumored to be a Forbidden Power, no less.

The hearts of all the cultivators were pounding in their chests. They had been just a hair’s breadth away from being caught in Yang An’s attack.

On the Golden Thread Pavilion’s side, a large number of the fleeing cultivators had managed to escape the moment the light erupted. Although some were injured, they were lucky to be alive. But the small fraction who were too slow met the same fate as the cultivators from Qiangui Mountain.

Countless eyes on the scene now focused on Yang An at the center of the light. There were no longer any living members of the Golden Thread Pavilion left on the battlefield. Yang An, radiating light like an intensely brilliant sun, walked alone toward the camps of Qiangui Mountain and Great Virtue Temple. He was a one-man army, holding back a force of ten thousand.

If these people were from the modern era, they might have found an even more fitting description: a pulverizer, more terrifying than a meat grinder.

All they could say was that Wen Zhao’s death was not an injustice. Of all the people to provoke, he just had to pick a fight with a man who wielded such a superweapon. For a moment, everyone sighed with grim understanding.

On the battlefield, the thousands of Gu Insects that had filled the sky just a moment before vanished the instant the light bloomed. Not even a single one remained.

The cultivators of Qiangui Mountain practiced Gu Techniques, which, in addition to being bizarre, were also capable of wide-scale destruction against other cultivators.

But compared to what Yang An was doing now, their techniques were less than child’s play.

The Power of Rules in this world had a system of checks and balances. For the cultivators of Qiangui Mountain, Yang An’s methods were the cruelest counter imaginable.

Beneath the light, the Gu Insects disappeared even faster than the cultivators, unable to serve any purpose at all. In this way, all the Divine Powers of the Qiangui Mountain cultivators were rendered useless, and the tables were instantly turned.

A moment ago, it was the cultivators of the Golden Thread Pavilion who were fleeing. Now, it was the cultivators of Qiangui Mountain and Great Virtue Temple, and they weren’t even fast enough to run.

"How can the Golden Thread Pavilion have someone who wields a Forbidden Power? Could it be their Immortal Platform?"

On the Qiangui Mountain side, a total of nine Insect Dao Realm cultivators had come for this assault on the Golden Thread Pavilion’s front line. They hadn’t acted before, but they were alarmed the instant this happened.

They had never even heard of such a terrifying Power of Light Rules and subconsciously assumed that the Golden Thread Pavilion’s Immortal Platform had arrived.

But if an Immortal Platform had joined the battle, not only would their own Immortal Platform from Qiangui Mountain have been alerted and arrived immediately, but an Immortal Platform’s attack would have left them no chance to react at all.

"It’s not an Immortal Platform! It’s the Insect Dao!"

They immediately sensed Yang An’s aura. It was only at the level of someone who had just entered the Insect Dao. But possessing such terrifying power, it was impossible for them to treat him as someone in the Early Stage of the Insect Dao.

"Retreat! Retreat now! We can’t let him continue this slaughter! The power this man wields is likely beyond what we can resist. We’ll need the Mountain Lord and the Grand Elders to deal with him."

The Insect Dao cultivators from Qiangui Mountain immediately ordered their subordinates to retreat. They didn’t even need to shout the order; these cultivators weren’t fools. Seeing their comrades dying in droves and their Gu Insects being annihilated in a breath, they had already turned tail and fled.

"We’re retreating too. This matter must be reported to the Mountain Lord."

Seeing that the situation was dire, the few Insect Dao cultivators also prepared to leave.

"And where do you think you’re going?"

But in just an instant, a figure suddenly appeared among the Qiangui Mountain group, a cold sneer on his face as he looked at them.

Long before he made his move, Yang An had already used his perception to find the traces of these Insect Dao experts and lock onto them.

From the moment he arrived, he had no intention of letting any of them escape.

Yang An’s appearance was too sudden. In the distance, the sun-like radiance was still blazing, showing no signs of dissipating.

The Insect Dao cultivators from Qiangui Mountain exchanged a look and instantly fled in different directions, having no intention of clashing with Yang An head-on.

Seeing them try to scatter and escape, the cold sneer on Yang An’s face only deepened.

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