Volume 1, Chapter 189: Consider Yourself Unlucky to Meet Me

"No wonder they seem more agreeable than that last monk," Lin Yu nodded, then smiled at Monk Wuxin. "Very well. Since you masters are willing to join me, let's take down this fiend now!" 

"The nerve of this kid—he claims he can kill the fiend? That fiend is a Level 3 Void Transformation Realm powerhouse!" 

"He's been targeted by a fiend, so his strength must be no joke. With the monks, he might actually succeed." 

"If they can slay the fiend, it'll be a good deed. Let's wait and see." 

The crowd watched Lin Yu curiously, wondering if he could truly kill the fiend. 

"Come then, if you want to kill me! I'm actually hungry. After devouring you, I'll search for the treasure underground." Lord Youyue laughed wildly, showing no fear of Lin Yu and Wuxin's alliance. 

"Brothers, form the formation!" Wuxin ordered. The four chanted Buddhist scriptures, golden light blazing from their bodies—nearly blinding. The chanting echoed, turning into梵音 (Buddhist incantations) that purified everyone's minds. 

Golden rays surged from the monks, coiling around Lord Youyue like four golden ropes. Wherever the demonic qi touched the gold, it boiled and vanished, proving Buddhist arts克制 (restrained) fiends. 

"The Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle! That's the legendary Buddhist art!" 

"No wonder Buddhist arts work so well against fiends. Pity Buddhism vanished from Penglai Continent." 

"Luckily, Manggu Continent warriors have only demon-beast blood, no fiend descendants—otherwise, we'd be helplessly克制." 

The crowd marveled as they witnessed Buddhist arts in action for the first time. 

"Incredible! Four Level 1 Void Transformation Realm warriors can bind a Level 3!" Lin Yu exclaimed, curious about their techniques. 

Wuxin looked up. "Benefactor, strike now! We can't hold him long!" 

"Hehe. Did you truly think this could bind me?" Lord Youyue laughed, raising his hand before Lin Yu could attack. A bloody light exploded, splitting into countless threads that shot toward the warriors. 

"Dammit! The fiend is attacking us—block him!" 

Warriors unleashed techniques, but Lord Youyue's blood threads overwhelmed all below Myriad Manifestation Realm Level 8. Dozens without high-level protection were pierced, their bodies干瘪 as blood flowed into Youyue. 

"Yes... the taste of fresh blood is intoxicating." Lord Youyue's魔气 (demonic qi) surged, corroding the golden ropes. 

"Benefactor, strike! We can't hold on!" Wuxin shouted as魔气 burst, shattering the golden ropes and sending the monks flying. 

"Kid, you missed your chance." Lord Youyue flicked his hand, recalling blood threads to form a bloody orb. His gaze mocked Lin Yu like a predator playing with prey. 

"The fiend is too strong—flee! Staying means death!" 

"Horrible! He killed so many, and even the Buddhist monks couldn't stop him." 

"Those monks are Level 1 Void Transformation Realm! Four of them could only bind him for a moment. The kid is doomed." 

Most fled, but Void Transformation Realm warriors stayed, weapons drawn. Youyue's strength demanded unity to stop him from seizing the treasure. 

Lin Yu eyed Youyue coldly. "Whether I have a chance isn't for you to decide. Consider yourself unlucky to meet me." 

He unsheathed the Wind Control Sword and slashed before Youyue could respond. Flames ignited, absorbing spiritual energy to glow gold as thunder merged in—forming a golden sun that rolled toward Youyue. The summit's eternal snow melted from the heat. 

"Hehe. Interesting." Lord Youyue sneered, palm outstretched. Blood-red rays swarmed the golden sun.