Ye Changge naturally knew all about Shi Hao and the others' affairs.
At the same time, he also noticed the disciples of the Temple of Light. The Eighteen Arhats among them were exceptionally powerful.
"The people of the Temple of Light... although I don't care for them, this wielder of the Buddha-Demon Physique really is extraordinary."
Ye Changge watched Zhikong lead the Eighteen Arhats in battle against the Demon Race experts.
The sight of them slaughtering demons and rescuing ordinary people also stirred his admiration.
For the unwavering conviction in their hearts, they fought to the death without retreating, even when demonic beasts pierced through their bodies.
"Very well. In that case, as a member of the Human Race, I should do my part too."
Ye Changge thought to himself.
Just then, terrifying presences descended one after another.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Terrifying roars resounded through the clouds.
Then a black flood dragon burst out of the clouds and mist, its saintly might surging to the heavens, terrifying beyond measure.
"Human Race bald donkeys! You killed disciples of my Demon Race. You deserve to die!"
As it spoke, it struck out with a palm. The terrifying saintly might made Zhikong and the others' expressions change drastically.
"This is bad! Junior brothers, summon the saint weapon!"
As his voice fell, the Eighteen Arhats pooled their power. A wooden staff appeared, radiating boundless Buddhist light, and struck out the instant the giant palm descended.
Rumble!
The terrifying collision shook heaven and earth.
Pfft! Pfft!
"Senior brother, leave now! This Demon Dragon is in the Saint Realm. It's not something we can handle!"
One of the Eighteen Arhats spoke with a contorted expression.
"No! How could I watch you go to your deaths?"
As he spoke, some kind of shackle within Zhikong seemed to shatter, and a towering presence erupted from his body.
Black Demonic Qi descended upon the world, radiating an evil, eerie presence.
At the same time, Buddhist light emerged.
The left half of his body was Buddha, and the right half was demon. At that moment, his terrifying presence triggered a dreadful phenomenon across heaven and earth.
A Buddha-demon descended upon the world, and the terrifying phenomenon left people afraid to raise their heads.
"The Buddha-Demon Physique. Good, good, very good."
As the Demon Dragon spoke, it charged straight at him.
Its tail carried the might of a Saint, as though it would shatter heaven and earth.
"Ami-tofu! A mere Demon Dragon dares court death!"
As he spoke, he beckoned, and the saint weapon fell into his hand.
He swung the staff up to meet it, only to be sent flying in an instant.
Before a Saint, the Void Refinement Realm and the Body Integration Realm were utterly inadequate.
"Trash of the Temple of Light, today I'll send you to meet the Buddha."
As its voice fell, terrifying pressure instantly bore down on them. Its dreadful saintly might was simply too frightening.
Before that saintly might, everyone was as insignificant as ants.
Am I going to die? I can't accept this.
Zhikong was helpless.
His life was about to end just like this. He could not accept it, but what could he do? This was as far as he could go.
Yet the next moment, they were stunned.
"God-Slaying One-Blade Slash!"
At this moment when a thousand pounds hung by a single thread, Yagyu Tajima no Kami struck.
His opening move was a killing slash.
The terrifying blade cleaved through space. The Demon Dragon's tail could not stop it at all and was severed.
"Aaargh!"
"Human Race, you cut off my tail! You..."
Before it could finish its threat, a slash cut it to pieces.
"A mere external incarnation. I really don't know who gave you the courage."
As Yagyu spoke, he glanced at the Eighteen Arhats, then charged into the horde of demonic beasts.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Clang! Clang!
"Snow Falls Upon the Mortal World!"
As his voice fell, a thousand phantoms flashed past, and snowflakes as large as goose feathers swirled between heaven and earth.
"This is bad! A Saint of the Human Race has made his move! Run!"
Whoosh!
Rumble!
Yet before absolute strength, they were all nothing but little weaklings.
"Human Race, you're courting death! Do you really think our Demon Race has no one?"
As the voice fell, three waves of saintly might came crushing down.
Yao Qi soared into the heavens. Yagyu Tajima no Kami showed no emotion.
The blade in his hand swung ceaselessly.
Terrifying Blade Qi swept across the four seas and eight wildernesses. Before the demons arrived, he had already charged toward them.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Human Race, you're very strong. Even so, our Demon Race has innate advantages. Do you think you can stand against us?"
The Demon Dragon whose avatar had been destroyed earlier spoke with an utterly icy expression.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Yagyu Tajima no Kami burst into laughter.
Disdain filled his eyes. Who was he? The weakest elder of the Primordial Forbidden Zone. Even if he was the weakest, killing these demonic beasts was still like slaughtering dogs.
"Within the same realm, I am invincible. Do as you please."
As he spoke, Yagyu Tajima no Kami unleashed Dominate the World. With a single slash, blade light flashed across heaven and earth.
"Black Flood Dragon Azure Heaven!"
The black flood dragon dared not be careless. It assumed its true form and unleashed its strongest attack, Black Flood Dragon Azure Heaven. This was its bloodline divine ability, and it was extraordinarily powerful.
Combined with his peak mid Saint cultivation, this move was enough to kill any member of the Human Race in the Saint Realm.
The two peerless attacks collided. White light flashed, and the black flood dragon was cleaved in two.
"You... how... is this possible..."
Even in death, the black flood dragon could not understand how its strongest divine ability had failed to withstand even a single slash from its opponent. This utterly overturned everything it knew.
"Aaargh! Human Race, you actually dared to kill the black flood dragon! I want you dead!"
"Black Tiger, attack with me!"
But the instant those words fell, a lightning-fast katana sent its head flying.
After doing all this, Yagyu's expression remained unchanged. He collected the spatial rings and stood, blade in hand, before tens of thousands of demonic beasts. At that moment, he was so imposing. One man and one blade halted the Demon Race's advance.
"Human Race, give us your name if you have the guts!"
"Yagyu."
"Fine. The Demon Race will remember you."
With that, the Demon Race army began to retreat.
The sight left Zhikong and the Eighteen Arhats dumbfounded.
He was too strong. What did it mean to save the world and aid the poor? This was it.