After sending off his talent and effort to research how to upgrade the 【Yama Palace】, Lü Yang glanced at the battlefield again, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

“What a pity, it will be impossible to achieve such results again in a short time.”

After all, one had escaped.

After that person returned, they would definitely report the situation, and in that case, the Buddhist cultivators probably wouldn’t recklessly gather again to deal with him.

“Disciple Tianhe greets the True Person!”

Just as Lü Yang put away the Myriad Spirits Banner, he saw Qin Tianhe hurriedly trotting over, just like before, bowing respectfully without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lü Yang could only let out a helpless smile.

Unlike the last time at the Balanced Sea, he was not truly a Foundation Establishment True Person.

If he tacitly admitted it like this and was later exposed, it would actually be very troublesome.

Thus, he decisively said, “Senior Brother, you misunderstand.”

“I am Lü Yang, a newly promoted true disciple, not a Foundation Establishment True Person.”

“Lü Yang?”

Hearing this, Qin Tianhe was stunned for a moment.

He had just talked about this name with his friend Xu Xin not long ago.

Wasn’t that a newcomer who had just become a true disciple?

At this moment, the clever mind of a Saint Sect disciple started spinning wildly.

First, he ruled out the possibility that Lü Yang wasn’t a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After all, with such strength, killing Qi Refining cultivators was like cutting grass.

Who would believe that he wasn’t Foundation Establishment?

I understand now!

What new true disciple?

Clearly, this was a Foundation Establishment True Person who had deliberately hidden and disguised his identity for this Dao Seizing Battle!

The person before him must be the reincarnation of one of the Saint Sect’s True Persons.

Deliberately switching identities to bully the weak in this Dao Seizing Battle, ensuring the Saint Sect stood out.

Sinister, truly sinister!

As expected of a True Person of the Saint Sect!

Seeing Qin Tianhe’s constantly changing expression, Lü Yang found it a bit strange.

“What are you thinking about?”

As soon as he spoke, Qin Tianhe shivered and quickly shook his head.

“No! Nothing at all! True Person, you are wise and mighty, this disciple admires you greatly!”

Lü Yang waved his hand again.

“I already said, I’m not a True Person.”

Qin Tianhe quickly nodded.

“Yes, yes, not a True Person.”

“Our Saint Sect definitely didn’t send a True Person in. Please rest assured, I fully understand now!”

Beast, what the hell do you understand?

Lü Yang shook his head and was about to speak again when suddenly his expression tightened.

His divine sense sensed something, and he raised his head to look into the distant sky.

“Boom rumble!”

A great sound spread like ten thousand war drums beating together, like angry thunder rolling through the sky.

It felt like something had exceeded a certain boundary and was rapidly approaching.

Then, at the edge of the sky, a golden light slowly rose.

The golden light crossed the land, covering thousands of miles in what seemed like a single leap, instantly illuminating Lü Yang’s face.

In the blink of an eye, it split apart, revealing layer upon layer of light and shadow.

Immediately after, from within the light and shadow, appeared a host of solemn Buddhist cultivators.

Some held meditation staffs, some wore kasayas, some had strings of prayer beads around their necks, and some held golden alms bowls.

All of them displayed unusual appearances: some had three heads and six arms, some had Dharma Eyes on their foreheads, all floating in the sky in formation.

In the next second, the over a hundred Buddhist cultivators all spoke in unison:

“Amitabha!”

Four characters, each like a thunderclap exploding in the air, the rolling thunderous sound roaring and crashing like tidal waves toward the two of them.

“Ugh!”

Qin Tianhe’s face turned slightly pale.

The Buddhist Thunder Chant Technique grew stronger with more people.

So many Buddhist cultivators chanting together was enough to affect him significantly.

However, at that moment, Lü Yang suddenly took a step forward.

With his divine sense transformed by the Thought-Severing Heaven-Seeing Silkworm Secret Art, he was completely unafraid of the roaring thunderous Buddhist chant.

He took a step forward, swept his divine sense, and all the Buddhist sounds within three feet of his body instantly dissipated, as if they had never existed.

In an instant, Lü Yang faced hundreds alone, yet remained completely at ease.

Instead, seeing Lü Yang standing there, the leading Buddhist cultivator Guang Hui began to frown.

Wasn’t it said that there were dozens or hundreds of people?

“Guang Ming?”

Guang Hui turned around and saw Guang Ming looking extremely awkward, not stepping forward at all, but instead trying to shrink back.

His eyes shifted, and he immediately understood.

Another case of false military intelligence?

“Useless trash!”

Guang Hui cursed softly under his breath, then looked back at Lü Yang again.

Although Guang Ming had caused them to mobilize such a large force unnecessarily, it was a fortunate mistake.

If the other side had really defeated Guang Ming and his subordinates alone, bringing only a few dozen people might indeed not have been enough.

But now, with all one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators of the 【Fulong Temple】 gathered, victory should be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, Guang Hui suddenly smiled.

“Fellow practitioner, how about we make a deal?”

“..A deal?”

“That’s right.”

Guang Hui pointed at Qin Tianhe and continued.

“As long as you hand over that demon behind you, you may leave freely.”

—Of course, this was nonsense.

In Guang Hui’s view, although Qin Tianhe was far inferior to Lü Yang, he still had status.

If the two joined forces, there might still be a sliver of hope.

However, among demon cultivators, there had never been true unity.

Facing pressure, it was very likely they would sell each other out.

Similar things had happened before.

So Guang Hui wanted to test Lü Yang with this tactic.

If he could divide them, so much the better.

However, after Lü Yang heard this, he only sneered.

To be honest, if he really faced a desperate situation where selling a teammate could let him survive, he wouldn’t mind doing it.

Better the other dies than him, after all.

But only if it was truly desperate.

“You are still far from enough.”

Lü Yang shook his head, waved his sleeve, and smiled.

“Since you’ve all come, you won’t be leaving today.”

“I just so happen to need talents like you.”

Hearing this, Guang Hui frowned slightly.

“Fellow practitioner, you are alone. Must you fight this hopeless battle?”

“Who is truly the trapped beast, that remains to be seen.”

As soon as Lü Yang finished speaking, Guang Hui’s pupils shrank suddenly.

He instinctively looked around.

He saw that the previously clear sky had unknowingly filled with black mist.

Clang clang——!

The black mist churned, the sound of armor clashing echoed endlessly.

Soon, heavily armored ghost soldiers and generals emerged one after another, staring at the Buddhist cultivators.

Some even saw the figures of the Buddhist cultivators who had died earlier.

“Junior Brother Yuan Jue?”

“And Junior Brother Yuan Hao is here too!”

“What is that!?”

Boom rumble!

The sound of an earthquake spread out.

It was the deafening roar of tens of thousands of witch ghosts marching in unison, enveloping the heavens and earth!

Although the 【Fulong Temple】 that Guang Hui brought this time was already elite, with one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators, the weakest among them being mid-stage Qi Refining,

they were now surrounded by tens of thousands of witch ghosts!

From early Qi Refining to peak Qi Refining, they had it all.

It was like a small sect of its own!

What the hell was this thing!?

“W-wait, fellow practitioner…”

Before Guang Hui could finish his words, deafening battle cries drowned out his voice.

The overwhelming yin energy even obscured the entire sky full of Buddha light.

Beside Lü Yang, the figure of Ancestor Nether Wishper reappeared, looking helpless.

“Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me?”

“Apologies, Ancestor.”

Lü Yang also shook his head.

“After all, I didn’t expect that… after being slaughtered once, these bald donkeys not only didn’t run, but even dared to counterattack against me.”