As the Scarred-Face Monk's True Spirit fell, he had all but surrendered. Without his body, mortal flesh though it was, he had no medium through which to wield his Divine Abilities or Spellcraft. The Five-Colored Divine Light swept over him, and he dropped in disgrace, straight toward Chen Cuo.
Just as Chen Cuo was about to gather that speck of True Spirit into his sleeve, the will within it shuddered. The phantom of an Arhat's Golden Body was about to leap out!
But the instant the Golden Body emerged, Heart Fire blazed within it.
The Arhat's phantom screamed and lost all means of resistance.
Yet at the last moment, the phantom struggled, its face twisted as it roared, "Chen Fangqing! Don't think you've won! Even if you obtain the Demon God of Chaotic Times, that fiend was forged from the fury of the mortal world—it's a demon among demons! Without the Buddhist School to suppress it, just wait for it to turn on you!"
"Oh? That's a new one." Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing through them. He smiled without warmth. "How is it that this demon among demons poses no danger in your hands, but disaster awaits when I take charge of it? Were you subduing demons, or raising one?"
Without waiting for an answer, he swept it into his sleeve.
The Spirit Light fell into the Jade-Belt Peach Paradise.
"Senior Brother!"
"Buddha's Foe, indeed!"
Only then did the two remaining monks guarding the Grand Formation come to their senses. Shock and fury seized them both, and they unleashed their Divine Abilities to strike at Chen Cuo!
Yao Dan, who hailed from the Blood Sea, was far more decisive. The instant she saw the Scarred-Face Monk's body shatter, she turned without a word, became a streak