Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

242: Kunpeng strikes the sky! Three thousand relics, the final trump card!Though the nine golden Arhats were formidable, their boundless Buddhist light, like ten thousand golden rays, illuminated the heavens and earth.

However, streaks of black Qi were mixed within this golden light, detracting from their appearance, and they no longer seemed like the solemn Buddhist mighty figures, but rather like fake figures disguised by demonic cultivators.

Although their appearance was not entirely consistent with ordinary Arhats, one thing was certain—

As Jiekong became demonized, these nine Divine Beings also grew stronger.

Divine Beings are connected, growing as their master grows.

This is why countless people follow the true spirits of the Primordial Ten Fierce.

If one’s strength is sufficient, one can even revive them, allowing them to reappear with their Primordial Fierce Divine Might.

Jiekong initially had the same idea; with his talent and methods, once he reached Transcendent, these golden Arhats would reappear in the human world.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated, setting his sights on Qin Han.

Before him, eight colossal Divine Palaces pulsed with divine radiance and shimmered with immortal light, concealing formidable beings within.

”Roar!”

Several furious roars echoed through the sky, like claps of thunder, causing large sections of space to suddenly shatter, revealing a void.

Jiekong’s smiling face abruptly changed, replaced by a look of shock as he gazed at the lifelike forms of the Primordial Ten Fierce.

”How is this possible? How did you obtain so many true spirits of ancient fierce beings?”

”Are those… Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird? Beings renowned as the Four Divine Beasts alongside the White Tiger?”

”And Qilin, Golden Crow, Kunpeng? They vanished long ago in the river of time, extinct in the Archaic Great Thousand World. Where did you find them?”

”No, I missed one—Nine Nether Hound, the head of the Primordial Ten Fierce!”

The more Jiekong looked, the more alarmed he became, and a hint of fear even emerged in his ink-black pupils.

That’s right, it was fear.

For the first time, he felt fear from Qin Han.

He had always regarded the other party as an ant, never looking at him directly, let alone considering him an opponent of the same Rank.

Now, Qin Han had undergone a tremendous change; every time he brought out a trump card, the other party had an even greater one to counter it.

It seemed as if it was a deployment specifically targeting him.

Jiekong felt numerous dense archaic Auras, and his spine involuntarily chilled, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

These were truly genuine Primordial Ten Fierce, not the petty pure-blood beings or Primordial remnants of the Yao Race outside.

The Yao Race that has survived to this day has inherited the bloodline of their ancestors, but rarely can they inherit it one hundred percent.

Even pure-blood remnants, given the drastic changes in the world’s general trend, how could they reproduce the glory of their ancestors?

Therefore, Jiekong felt immense pressure, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

”What? Buddha Son, what is the meaning of taking half a step back? Could it be that you are afraid of my Divine Beings?” Qin Han took everything in, and asked with a teasing smile.

”Don’t be too smug. My golden Arhats were born from sarira; they are true ancient Arhats and will not lose to the Primordial Ten Fierce!” Jiekong said, bracing himself.

”Oh?” Qin Han raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly, ”If that’s the case, why doesn’t the Buddha Son make a move? Could it be you’re waiting for the Arhats to transform into Buddhas?”

The mockery was undisguised, and Jiekong felt utterly humiliated.

Then, with a loud shout, he urged all nine golden Arhats to attack.

”Kill him!” Jiekong roared in anger.

As the Arhats moved in unison, the heavens and earth immediately erupted with buzzing sounds, and the profound Dao Buddhist chants resounded, their Divine Might terrifyingly chaotic.

Each Arhat was ten thousand zhang tall, and every step they took into the abyss left a pit, brimming with infinite killing intent.

Prajna Zen Palm!

The nine great Arhats converged, Buddhist halos surged, and they suddenly formed a seal, as a massive golden palm suppressed down.

This was the highest Divine Ability of Buddhism, already comprehended by the Arhats to the Transcendent, and now with the addition of Devilish Qi, its Divine Might was incomparably terrifying.