If the Buddha’s Son was refined into a Demon Fiend, the Great Virtue Temple would be utterly disgraced.

’I have to save the Buddha’s Son!’

"If you release the Buddha’s Son unharmed, I can let you leave unscathed, and the Great Virtue Temple will not pursue this matter. What do you say?"

Qing Xin did his best to restrain his killing intent, speaking in a composed tone.

But the Demon Fiend only gave a cold sneer, ignoring him completely.

To put it one way, since it had attacked them even after learning their identities, it clearly didn’t care about the Great Virtue Temple.

To put it another way, with countless Demon Fiends currently rampaging throughout the Four Buddha States, they were dead set on making a statement from the very beginning. They were already enemies of the Great Virtue Temple, so they couldn’t care less.

"Why don’t you just kill yourself, old baldy? If you do, I’ll let your Buddha’s Son go. How about that?"

The Demon Fiend’s savage face was twisted in a sneer.

Of course, the offer was impossible; it was purely meant to infuriate Qing Xin.

But it had barely finished speaking when the image of Qing Xin before it dissolved into a fading afterimage. The real Qing Xin had already appeared behind it.

Qing Xin had swelled to over twenty feet tall. His flesh turned black, covered by a dense layer of Scripture Mantras, and bulging veins writhed across his skin like thick earthworms. He had fully assumed the form of an Arhat Golden Body.

Across his face, the Scripture Mantras, each the size of a tadpole, wove together to form a network of crisscrossing chains.

It made his face look as if it were bound in chains, an incredibly bizarre sight.

"Trying to ambush me? Heh!"

The Demon Fiend had already been tricked once. The moment it saw Qing Xin’s afterimage dissipate, it was already on guard and couldn’t help but sneer.

From its flesh, which curled like wood shavings, a massive amount of Red Fog suddenly erupted.

At the same time, Qing Xin let out a great, booming Buddhist roar.

At such close range, the massive roar formed a violent sonic wave that instantly pierced the Demon Fiend’s body.

But at that same moment, the massive cloud of Red Fog had already coalesced into a Demon Fiend of a similar height to Qing Xin.

Qing Xin’s palm struck the palm of the Red Fog-formed Demon Fiend, causing the Red Fog and the Scripture Mantras to violently collide.

RUMBLE—

As their equally immense powers clashed, a heaven-shaking thunderclap erupted.

Qing Xin was instantly thrown back dozens of meters, while the Red Fog Demon Fiend’s body almost completely dissipated, struggling to reform.

Both of them possessed the Cultivation Level of a Zombie God, and both were at the Late Stage. For a time, neither could gain an advantage over the other.

However, because the Demon Fiend was holding the Buddha’s Son hostage, it held the strategic advantage.

Seeing Qing Xin forced back, the Demon Fiend laughed even more wildly.

"If that’s all the strength you have, old baldy, you’re not going to be able to save your Buddha’s Son. Any slower, and he’s going to turn into a Demon Fiend! Haha!"

It was still trying to provoke Qing Xin further, and just as it hoped, the Zen Master was growing more and more anxious.

But what neither of them knew was...

Inside the Demon Fiend’s flesh, Yang An was utterly bewildered.

He couldn’t hear a thing. Even his senses were blocked, confined to this narrow space, leaving him unable to perceive what was happening outside. He was trapped in an incredibly cramped environment.

’It feels like the Demon Fiend just trapped me in here, but it hasn’t actually done anything to me. I’m still fine.’

’Looks like this Demon Fiend just wanted to capture me.’

Although he couldn’t sense the outside world, he could tell what the things right in front of him were.

’So soft... so smooth... and so warm. It’s even a little wet.’

’Isn’t this the flesh and blood I’ve been dreaming of?’