Chapter 336 Arhat Conquers the Demon
Li Xiuyuan's eyes were piercing, his head held high and his chest puffed out, he resolutely faced the Ghost King, the Hades Emperor, the Four Corpse Ancestors, Meng Po, Zhong Kui, the Water and Fire Judges, the Five Yama Kings, and the Black and White Impermanence, a group of Xuanming Sect strongmen who exuded a gloomy ghost aura.
He looked calm and fearless, with a relaxed smile on his face. He put his hands behind his back, standing as straight as a pine tree, and standing firmly as if his feet were rooted.

The huge golden-bodied Arhat Subduing Dragon stood majestically behind him, emitting a dazzling light that seemed to be able to dispel the endless darkness and gloom in one fell swoop.

The tall body of the Dragon Subduing Venerable was shining with golden light, with several golden dragons circling around him. The agile dragon bodies were dancing, accompanied by deafening dragon roars.

The golden dragon eyes were like burning flames, staring coldly and majestically at the people of Xuanming Sect in front of it, as if it could see through their souls.

The Venerable Jianglong held one hand solemnly in front of his chest, his broad palm slightly bent, and his fingertips emitting a soft and mysterious light.

His face was filled with compassion, which was not weakness or pity, but a kind of deep and tolerant insight into all things in the world. His eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing an unquestionable sacred aura. His tightly closed lips were slightly raised, as if he was pitying those who had lost their way, and as if he was admonishing them to turn back.

That calm and compassionate face, in the dazzling golden light, appears even more solemn and sacred, making people feel awe.

"You stinky monk, why are you putting on such a profound expression! Let your judge come and meet you!" Judge Fire stared at the Dragon Subduing Master with his sinister eyes. Seeing that the Dragon Subduing Master still had a compassionate look on his face, as if he had not heard anything,

He suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, thinking that this was a great insult to him. His face flushed red, veins popped on his forehead, and he roared in anger:

"How dare you look down on me like this!"

After saying that, he suddenly picked up the flaming weapon in his hand and swung it, rushing towards the Dragon Subduing Master like a wild beast out of control.

His footsteps were heavy and swift, and each step left deep footprints on the ground. The air around him seemed to be ignited by his anger, hot and restless.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Venerable Jianglong whispered something. Although the voice was soft, it seemed to carry endless compassion and majesty, and it echoed clearly in this chaotic scene.

He didn't even look at the Fire Judge who was rushing towards him like a mad dog. He just looked calm as water and slowly raised one hand.

In an instant, a dazzling golden dragon roared out from his palm. The golden dragon was surrounded by brilliant light, and its scales shone with dazzling golden light. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, looking majestic and powerful.

The Fire Judge brandished the weapon in his hand and clashed with the Golden Dragon. There was a loud bang and flames splashed like a brilliant firework.

A powerful impact force exploded instantly, and the surrounding air was distorted.

Under this violent collision, Judge Huo flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, and fell heavily to the ground. His original arrogant aura was gone, his breath was weak, his face was as pale as paper, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"All donors, come together!"

The Dragon-Subduing Master spoke softly. Although his voice was soft, it seemed to contain endless power, spreading slowly in this empty space. Then, he was covered with golden light. The light was so dazzling and so hot, as if he had transformed into a bright golden sun. Wherever the light went, darkness retreated, and all the gloomy ghosts were dispelled without a trace. Nine majestic golden dragons were circling around him, their bodies winding, and their scales flashing with dazzling golden light. The nine golden dragons held their heads high, bared their teeth and claws, and made earth-shaking dragon roars. The sound of the dragon roar resounded through the sky, shaking the heaven and earth. The powerful sound waves were like a rolling torrent, surging in all directions, and wherever they passed, sand and rocks flew, and strong winds blew.

Upon seeing this, all the powerful men of Xuanming Sect were startled. They all knew clearly that the golden-bodied arhat in front of them was no easy opponent.

Then, they looked at each other, their eyes full of determination and fierceness. Then, they attacked together, and in an instant, a ghostly, thick, dark aura filled the air.

The wailing and crying of thousands of evil spirits and wronged souls suddenly rang out. The sound was so miserable that it seemed to come from the Netherworld, which was creepy.

The Xuanming Sect members attacked the Venerable Jianglong from different directions without any prior arrangement.

The Ghost King's figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in mid-air, waving his hands. The black mist condensed into a huge claw, grabbing the Dragon Subduing Master fiercely.
The Dark Emperor exuded a strange purple aura, took strange steps, and waved the scepter in his hand to emit purple rays;

The four corpse ancestors each performed strange and evil magic, and green smoke filled the air, with ferocious faces looming in it; Meng Po formed seals with her hands, and black light gathered in her palms; Zhong Kui's eyes were wide open, and a huge ghost general appeared behind him, rushing towards him with a battle axe in hand;

The Fire and Water Judges, one with flames rising from his body and the other with water vapor, coordinated with each other to attack from both sides; the five Yama Lords each used their special skills, and black light shot out from their hands;
The Black and White Impermanence's figures were even more erratic, and the mourning sticks and soul-catching chains in their hands were flashing with eerie light.

“The sound of Buddha!”

The Venerable Jianglong called out softly. Although the voice was gentle, it seemed to contain endless mysterious power and penetrated the layers of haze.

Then, a deafening, heart-piercing sound of Buddha chanting suddenly rang out. The sound was like a huge bell, deafening, and every note seemed to have a thousand-pound force, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

In an instant, the entire Xuanming Street seemed to have turned into an ancient temple, filled with the sound of Buddha chanting. The sound echoed in every corner, ancient and solemn, with the power to purify all evil.

The houses on both sides of the street seemed to be infected by this sacred sound, gradually emitting a peaceful Buddha light. On the stone road, golden runes appeared and disappeared, interweaving into mysterious patterns.

The sound of the wind, human voices, and weapons clashing all seem insignificant in the face of this grand Buddhist sound, as if the entire world is immersed in this boundless ocean of Buddhist teachings.

The people on Xuanming Street felt that every step they took was like being stuck in thick peat, extremely heavy, making it difficult to move forward. They were restrained by the form, but it was all in vain, and their faces were full of pain and struggle.

The originally boiling and surging ghost energy gradually lost its previous arrogance under the impact of this powerful Buddhist sound and began to slowly dissipate.

The originally thick black fog became thinner, and the hideous and distorted faces in the ghost energy gradually became blurred until they disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)