Batu Gu Fan Zhi understood this in his heart as well, facing the formidable Su Jie with gritted teeth: "Devil, don’t be arrogant. Even if I can’t destroy you today, my Buddha is boundless; one day I will eradicate you, obliterate your demon heart, crush your demon body, and eternally suppress your Yang God under the Butcher Tower." As soon as he finished speaking, Batu Gu Fan Zhi suddenly formed a spell. Awati Poluo, who had been playing hide and seek with the Thousand-Handed Centipede, suddenly stopped as it was being chased with no escape. He turned around and flew toward Batu Gu Fan Zhi. "My body, Batu Gu Fan Zhi, what have you done?" Awati Poluo was terrified, roaring repeatedly. Not only him, but Yapu, trapped in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, also started to struggle desperately. His body began to ignore the countless Yin Souls gnawing at him, trying to escape from the banner, shouting angrily: "Earth Soul Yin Soul Technique, Batu Gu Fan Zhi, when did you cast the spell on us? May you die a miserable death!" Both of their bodies seemed beyond their control and were being manipulated by Batu Gu Fan Zhi. Especially Awati Poluo, he was in a terrible state; the Thousand-Handed Centipede moved like a walking calamity, crushing mountains, turning the earth into magma, and sweeping down vast forests. Chapters fırst released on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 His body transformed into a Daoist Body, composed of Tao River’s calamity energy and matter that made up the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Awati Poluo dared not even approach, let alone attack. Moreover, the Thousand-Handed Centipede was completely impervious to all of Awati Poluo’s attacks; its physical body could easily bear them, whereas each of its attacks was a weight Awati Poluo’s life could hardly bear. Awati Poluo was visibly battered by the Thousand-Handed Centipede, his Yang Shen Dharma Image withdrew into his body, his flesh seared to the point of being seven-tenth done by the Void Abyss Phosphorus Fire, his legs frozen by Nine Heavens Frost Ice, one arm torn by Jade Void Thunder, his chest opened wide with most internal organs missing, making him look utterly miserable. If it weren’t for the strong life force of the Purple Mansion Cultivator, if it were any other cultivator, they would have been dead beyond recovery by now. At this moment, appearing in front of Su Jie, Awati Poluo was nothing but a mere offering. Batu Gu Fan Zhi turned, flying away without looking back. However, as he fled, he lightly uttered a word. Awati Poluo’s body stiffened, eyes filled with despair; standing before Su Jie, his Yang God swelled to its utmost limit, and suddenly exploded, surprisingly choosing a technique of mutual destruction. The terrifying self-destructing Yang God shone brilliantly, resembling a sun crashing to earth, its dazzling brightness made all creation silent. The power of Yang God’s self-destruction was immense, even affecting Su Jie’s Chaos Dharma Image. The Thousand-Handed Centipede shouted twice in anger, unexpectedly self-destructing as well, not yet having enough fun with Awati Poluo. As for Su Jie’s safety, the Thousand-Handed Centipede had no concerns whatsoever. Meanwhile, Yaku also self-destructed as well, though his Yang God, tormented by Han Ruyan and devoured by countless Yin Souls, was ragged, limiting the power of his self-destruction. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner merely fluttered slightly, Han Ruyan gracefully emerged, gathered the Soul Banner, unharmed, unfazed by the explosion, unlike Yaku who couldn’t take her down in combat, self-destruction made no difference. Moments later, as the turmoil subsided, Su Jie emerged from the brilliance, his body unscathed. Glancing at Batu Gu Fan Zhi fading at the horizon’s edge, Su Jie chuckled coldly, "You may escape as a monk, but not your temple." With that, Su Jie flicked his fingertip, and a massive shadow outline soared from afar, the Red Shining Immortal Palace. Immediately, Su Jie ascended the Red Shining Immortal Palace, looked down over Firefly Sea Lake Heart Island, glanced at the righteous and demonic cultivators, and emitted a celestial voice. "Everyone, join me as we march on the Western Regions, razing Esoteric Buddhism to the ground." The Ghost Ridge Palace disciples were beside themselves with excitement, witnessing their Sect Master displaying divine prowess, shattering the Three Great Divine Monks of the Western Regions, their hearts stirred. The righteous and demonic cultivators were equally dumbstruck, particularly the Chongzhou demon cultivators who were about to slip away, now, showing the most enthusiasm, cried vehemently. "Follow Su Sect Master, annihilate Esoteric Buddhism." "Damn it, a bunch of bald monks daring to create chaos here, we must destroy their lair this time." "I’ll be the vanguard later, I must claim a grand opening victory for Su Sect Master." These demon cultivators expressed aggressively, none revealing their previous fear and horror, eager to be the first to storm into Esoteric Buddhism, assisting Su Jie in sweeping away all enemies.