Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2491: 2481: Eighteen Arhats

Chapter 2491: Chapter 2481: Eighteen Arhats

Long Yan’s heart trembled upon hearing the Buddha’s chant; there was no doubt about it—it was Release’s voice, and immediately, the situation he dreaded most unfolded.

“You eighteen have been here for a very long time; perhaps it’s time for some activity.”

As soon as Release finished speaking, a series of crisp sounds came from the seventeen other Arhat statues beside the main hall. Long Yan was facing an Arhat riding a Golden Deer; not only did the Arhat statue come to life, but even its mount did as well.

A flash of golden light shot past, and before Long Yan could compose himself, he was struck and sent flying, his body feeling as if it had fallen apart, utterly powerless. One after another, the eighteen figures descended from the Buddha statues, instantly enclosing the once-spacious hall completely.

Long Yan cursed inwardly; just dealing with one demon-subduing pestle was hard enough, and now there were seventeen more. Their speed was extraordinary, surrounding Long Yan in the time it took him to rise from the ground. Shadows covered him, making the already dim room even gloomier.

“I’m doomed.”

What does it feel like when eighteen Arhats strike at once? Long Yan could truly say he experienced it now. The overwhelming sense of collapse wasn’t something that could be faked. For a moment, Long Yan felt he might be trapped in some Illusion Array—an uncertainty partly due to Zhu Ying before, but that doubt was completely dispelled now.

The massive Arhat Hall had already completely fallen apart. Several towering courtyard walls turned to dust, and even the roof was torn off by the combined force of these figures. In that time, Long Yan barely escaped using the Azure Dragon’s Mysteries; otherwise, he would have been shattered to pieces.

Inflicting his in-hand Demon Spear on one of them, Long Yan felt his hand tingling, identical to before, with no changes whatsoever. Just how were these golden statues kept alive?

Long Yan barely had time to think before the next attack approached incessantly. The Buddha statues, though influenced by the Azure Dragon’s Mysteries, didn’t seem greatly affected, breaking free in no time, a golden massive hand carrying limitless might slapping down towards Long Yan.

In his rush, Long Yan managed to dodge the Arhat’s strike with a quick “donkey roll.” The Arhat statue that launched the attack was the very one Long Yan wanted to check before. Now it no longer held its previous solemn posture, covered in dust and exuding a murderous aura like a ghost creeping out of hell.

Thirty-eight crimson eyes glared at Long Yan, always poised to attack him. As another golden flash appeared, Long Yan stepped on a Buddha statue’s foot. Using force in his legs, he leapt onto the Arhat statue’s shoulder, but just when he thought he was safe, he felt the back of his head whipped by strong winds, and in an instant, another demon-subduing pestle swung forcefully towards him.

Long Yan crouched on the ground, the surrounding azure aura gradually dissipating. The Arhat’s shoulder, which he stood on, was merely marked with a white print by the blow of the demon-subduing pestle, yet the pestle itself was broken into two.

Nonchalantly, the Arhat threw away the broken pestle, swinging its mountain-like palm towards Long Yan. The impact pulverized the green stone tiles on the ground, throwing Long Yan’s stance off balance even as the powerful shockwave hit him.

The other Arhats had already fixed their sights on Long Yan. Here, whether it was the Universe Circle or Buddha Beads, it truly was an exhibition of Divine Abilities from every corner, leaving Long Yan with no time to counterattack.

“Divine Fire Prison!”

A semicircular inflamed flame appeared in Long Yan’s hand. No need to aim; with golden statues everywhere, Long Yan could strike with closed eyes. With a casual toss, the Divine Fire grew with the wind, engulfing all eighteen Arhats in an instant.

“You should be more obedient now, right?”

Long Yan panted heavily; the difficulty level truly soared to the horizon. Finally finding a moment to recover his strength, he thought, it doesn’t matter what kind of golden statues these are; in front of the Divine Fire, they’ll all melt into gold water.

But the imagined scene of gold water everywhere didn’t materialize; after the seven-colored flames completely dissipated, the eighteen figures still stood in their original spots, and more conspicuously, their golden glory amplified due to the fire’s scorching.

In that moment, Long Yan’s face turned pale. What kind of gold were these Buddha statues made of, with such astounding quality? Even the Divine Fire could not melt them, flipping Long Yan’s worldview upside down. Could this really be crafted by humans?

The eighteen Arhats each glowed with fierce light as they surged madly towards Long Yan. Already, a determined streak formed inside him. If flames and the Demon Spear failed, he’d see if they could be frozen.

Clasping his hands together, Long Yan instantly lowered the surrounding temperature. Yet the Arhat statues seemed unaffected, with every step they took shaking the ground.

“Flying Snow Ice Spear.”

Hundreds of ice-spear fragments materialized behind Long Yan like an array of soldiers ready to charge. As Long Yan swung his hand heavily, hundreds of ice spears blasted towards the Arhats, the scene only grasped by Long Yan and the four nearby was truly spectacular.

The crash of the ice spears onto the Arhats condensed into a layer of hard ice tightly wrapping their bodies, but the hundreds of spears merely stalled the Arhats’ movement slightly; otherwise, they still charged at Long Yan’s direction as if nothing occurred.

“How can one fight when they’re immune to water and fire?”

Long Yan cursed but dared not delay even a moment, leaping away from an Arhat’s hand. Holding the Lu Xian Sword and Trap Immortal Sword in his hands, two sharp sword intents flew out from their blades, yet when they struck the Arhats, they only ignited a spark, with no other effect whatsoever.

As a gentle Buddha’s Light emanated from the bodies of the eighteen Arhats, it seemed they were tired of playing the game of chase with Long Yan, preparing now to land a harsh blow on him.

Long Yan’s retreat options were exhausted and, never expecting a golden statue to be impervious to both weapons and magic, he couldn’t break, nor withstand them. He was at an impasse until Yun Huang’s voice echoed internally.

“Don’t move, I’ll help you fully activate the Martial God Array!”

“Those things are merely some Immortal Gold.”