Chapter 343: Chapter 256: The Person Was Killed by the Buddha’s Son, What Does It Have to Do with Yang An?

’Could it be...’

A sudden guess surfaced in Yang An’s mind.

’This guy must have made me his imaginary rival...’

Just as this thought crossed his mind and Yang An looked toward Guang Hui, intending to ask him about it, a black shadow suddenly appeared before him.

It was the Black Bodhisattva, enveloping Guang Hui. It thrust its hands out, striking at Yang An with both palms.

’This is bad!’

Seeing this, the faces of everyone present changed in an instant.

Those able to enter the inner field were, at the very least, guardians at the Visceral Stone Cultivation Level, along with numerous Abbots.

"Quick, save the Buddha’s Son!"

Someone immediately shouted.

Although the Buddha’s Son had broken through several times in a row, his Cultivation Level was still at the Visceral Stone stage. Moreover, because the breakthrough was so recent, his power was unstable, and he certainly hadn’t adapted to his current Cultivation Level yet. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But Guang Hui had now completely fallen into his tribulation. That Black Bodhisattva Dharma Body must have been formed from the price of some Heart Demon, and it possessed its own consciousness.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Guang Hui had not yet fully stepped into the Visceral Stone stage. Under the influence of the Heart Demon, the power he could unleash was definitely at the Visceral Stone level.

Furthermore, it had been constantly absorbing the blood from Guang Hui’s body. Now, the Heart Demon was merged with Guang Hui. If it unleashed its full power with extreme killing intent, the Buddha’s Son would have absolutely no way to counter it.

A furious shout caught everyone’s attention. In that instant, countless Scripture Mantras surged from the inner field toward Guang Hui, trying to stop him.

One Monk after another instantly activated their Techniques, each displaying their Divine Powers. A powerful pressure and aura erupted within the inner field.

But Guang Hui was already inches away from the Buddha’s Son. The Black Bodhisattva’s palms were already striking forward, about to hit the Buddha’s Son’s body.

Everyone saw the dazed look on Yang An’s face. But it was too late!

He was too close. It was impossible to stop him.

’It’s over!’

The crowd’s faces turned deathly pale in an instant.

The Buddha’s Son had just displayed his terrifying Wisdom Root and talent, breaking through consecutively from the Early Stage of Primordial Feeding to the Late Stage of Visceral Stone.

Such talent was exceedingly rare, not only among future generations but even among the predecessors of old.

If something were to happen to His Highness the Buddha Prince during this Dharma assembly, every single person present would be held responsible.

Unless... unless the Zen Masters intervened and used the Power of Rules!

In that instant, everyone instinctively looked toward the Zen Masters who were still preaching scriptures.

But at that very moment, a burst of Golden Radiance erupted from the inner field, followed by a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the entire Golden Lotus Platform.

Several Zen Masters had already reached out, preparing to use the power of a Forbidden Artifact Fragment to stop Guang Hui.

But upon hearing the scream, they all looked over subconsciously.

And then... everyone was dumbfounded. The countless Techniques froze mid-air, as if the scene had been frozen in time.

Within the field, the Buddha’s Son was covered in a layer of gold, his body looking as though it had been painted with golden lacquer.

One of his hands, muscles bulging, was clamped firmly around Guang Hui’s neck, a look of utter disgust on his face.

Before him, the Black Bodhisattva’s palms, which had been striking out an instant before, were now severed at the wrists, turning into two pools of black blood that SPLASHED onto the ground.

Guang Hui’s face was contorted in pain. Pinned by Yang An’s grip, he grabbed at Yang An’s arm with both hands, struggling desperately.

But under Yang An’s pull, he was completely unable to resist. His body was being forcefully dragged, inch by inch, out of the Black Bodhisattva’s Dharma Body.

A large amount of blood gushed from the torn Black Bodhisattva Dharma Body, and a piercing scream escaped Guang Hui’s lips.

"Get out!"

Yang An roared, suddenly tightening his grip.

A thick black smoke, as if from burning, billowed from Guang Hui’s body. His screams grew more intense, but Yang An ripped him completely out of the Black Bodhisattva’s Dharma Body and casually tossed him to the ground.

Guang Hui’s body rolled a few times on the ground, finally coming to a stop at the edge of the inner field, in front of several Monks.

He seemed to want to lift his head to look at Yang An, but as he raised it slightly, there was a loud CRACK!

His neck, where Yang An had grabbed him, had been seared by the Dust. It snapped, severing his head from his body. In that instant, all signs of life vanished without a trace.

As Guang Hui’s head hit the ground, the Black Bodhisattva’s Dharma Body revealed a ferocious and unwilling expression before melting like ice and snow, turning into a river of black blood that stained the ground and spread a thick, metallic stench.

"..."

A dead silence fell over the Golden Lotus Platform Square.

Only when Yang An returned to normal and the Dust all over his body retreated back inside him did the crowd finally snap out of their stupor.

The Holy Child... was dead!

Killed by the Buddha’s Son!

This...

They had all thought the Buddha’s Son would be caught off guard and fall victim to Guang Hui’s vicious attack. No one had expected the Buddha’s Son to react so quickly, or to be so powerful.

Even the Zen Masters hadn’t had time to act before the Buddha’s Son had dealt with Guang Hui.

It was too fast. Simply too fast.

’Is this the Buddha’s Son’s true strength? So strong!’

The crowd looked at Yang An again, but no one dared to speak. The scene remained utterly silent.

Yang An couldn’t care less how these people reacted. To him, this was just a minor interruption.

’That lunatic Guang Hui dared to make a move on me, so he didn’t deserve to live.’

’Even if it was in front of everyone, even if it was in front of a Bodhisattva, I would have killed him all the same.’

’That guy had already marked me as his rival. If he were just an ordinary person, it wouldn’t matter, but he just had to be a reincarnated Bodhisattva, a Holy Child.’

’I just witnessed his terrifying potential. In such a short time, he nearly broke through from the Middle Stage of Primordial Feeding to the Visceral Stone stage.’

’That terrifying growth rate showed me just how formidable a reincarnated body can be.’

’I’m here as an undercover agent. I have no desire to provoke such an enemy and attract a mountain of trouble.’

’Letting him live could lead to endless future problems. It was better to seize the opportunity and kill him decisively.’

’Speaking of which, by doing this, haven’t I, the undercover agent, performed a great service?’

’Nipping a future Bodhisattva in the bud... isn’t that eliminating a great future enemy for the Golden Thread Pavilion?’

But as soon as he thought of this, Yang An decisively shook his head, dismissing the idea of reporting his deed.

’No, my identity as the Buddha’s Son can’t be exposed yet.’

’To the Golden Thread Pavilion, I’m not the Buddha’s Son, just an ordinary undercover Monk.’

’The Buddha’s Son was the one who killed him. What does that have to do with me, Yang An?’