We bear people have power

This final bolt of lightning was not a fleeting flash, but a continuous stream of electric light, with current cascading down like a waterfall.

These raindrops of light intertwine to form the finest net, isolating most of the power of thunder, leaving only the purest essence of lightning.

Guan Bo endured the baptism of this thunderous power and finally felt a dramatic change in his body.

Although the training period was too short and Guan Bo wasn't particularly diligent, he had plenty of resources.

No demon could eat a peach that ripens only once every nine thousand years before transforming into human form, and no demon could eat bamboo shoots from the Purple Bamboo Forest as their staple food, or listen to Guanyin Bodhisattva's sermons every day.

These things looked unremarkable, and Guan Bo didn't find them anything special.

But at this moment, the spiritual energy accumulated in his body by the peaches and purple bamboo shoots was unleashed by the lightning essence. Guan Bo, having listened to the Bodhisattva's sermons and chanting of Buddha's name every day, was already permeated with Buddhist light, naturally giving rise to a peaceful vitality.

Even the demonic disturbance brought by the last heavenly lightning was neutralized by this peaceful energy, and he easily solved the biggest problem in his tribulation.

The powerful spiritual energy gave birth to fresh flesh and bones, perfect and flawless, making it the best body for cultivation from birth.

To others, Guan Bo's massive body was shrinking continuously until only golden light and lightning remained, obscuring the view inside.

When the lightning dissipated, the earth was not damaged much, as if the lightning baptism had been an illusion.

A boy stood there, looking somewhat bewildered.

He was eight feet tall and appeared quite imposing. He wore a long robe, white with black patterns, but it was embroidered with countless golden Sanskrit characters.

Although she was barefoot and had her hair down, she still exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

This young man was none other than Guan Bo. His compassionate heart caused the power contained within the Buddha Treasure Jade Ring to erupt fully, helping him overcome the tribulation of transformation.

Just now, Guanyin Bodhisattva did not intervene. However, she had already given Guan Bo this treasure before he descended the mountain. As long as Guan Bo upholds a compassionate heart, he will naturally be able to turn misfortune into good fortune.

It now seems that Guan Bo has not disappointed the Bodhisattva.

Feeling the demonic power flowing within his body become incredibly pure, even carrying a Buddhist aura, Guan Bo finally confirmed that he had truly and successfully transformed into human form, and looked quite perfect, unlike the Great King Linggan who still retained a demonic head.

"Hahaha, as expected, I'm protected by the protagonist's halo. I'm bound to have good fortune after surviving such a calamity!" Guan Bo laughed triumphantly three times.

Guan Bo waved his hand, showering the villagers who were staring at him expectantly, and a beam of light shone down.

The injured villagers were saved by the healing spell.

However, Guan Bo could only do this much. Although his demonic power was abundant, he could not expend it here, because he had more important things to do.

Guan Bo patted Xiao Yingcao's head and planted a demonic power within her to ensure her temporary safety.

Without uttering a word, his white robe billowed up like a hurricane, carrying Guan Bo away into the sky, in the very direction where the Great King Linggan had left.

This white robe with black patterns and the Diamond Sutra mantra is also a powerful magic weapon.

At the very last moment before the heavenly lightning struck, Guan Bo had a sudden inspiration. He fused the fur that had been tempered by the lightning with the fragments of the Buddha Jade Ring, using the heavenly lightning as a pact to forge this natal magic weapon. Not only did it perfectly inherit the power of the Buddha Jade Ring, but it was also—quite beautiful.

"I'm a seasoned otaku, after all. I've seen countless god-level cosplays. If I went back to modern society with this look, I'd attract countless beauties to my side in no time," Guan Bo thought smugly.

Having just survived a life-or-death crisis, Guan Bo has reverted to his unreliable nature. It's hard to say whether he has a good attitude or is just a bit dim-witted.

Although he was prone to overthinking after escaping death, Guan Bo kept up with the aura of the Inspiration King and dared not delay for even a moment.

The King of Inspiration was nearly killed by the lightning strike and lost another trump card. Now is the time to strike while the dog is down.

Therefore, Guan Bo is putting in all his effort to catch up.

When the King of Inspiration saw Guan Bo appear refreshed and unharmed, his remaining eyeball almost popped out of his head.

The Great King of Inspiration didn't run far at first; he just wanted to gloat over Guan Bo's corpse after Guan Bo failed his tribulation, and then slaughter Guanyin Village to vent his hatred. From afar, all that could be seen was flashing lightning and golden light filling the sky, unaware that Guan Bo had received the Bodhisattva's blessing and had successfully passed the tribulation of transformation.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to wait here; he would have run away long ago.

Seeing the disheveled state of the Great King of Inspiration, with his arm severed and eyes blind, Guan Bo couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "You fish head, you've finally met your match! Watch my demon-slaying skills!"

Although his transformed form was much smaller than the Dharma body manifested by the Great King of Inspiration, Guan Bo was not afraid at all and charged straight ahead.

He was full of confidence this time, but the next moment he was sent flying by a hammer blow from the King of Inspiration.

Although the nine-petaled lotus on the bronze hammer had withered, the weapon was still incredibly heavy. The hammerhead alone was as big as Guan Bo's entire body, and it sent Guan Bo flying thousands of meters away.

"Damn it, this script is wrong!" Guan Bo, who was flying backwards, was filled with endless frustration.

He had no chance to avoid that blow; he was hit squarely in the face.

Although severely injured, Linggan King's martial arts skills far surpassed Guan Bo's, and his combat experience was completely overwhelming. With Guan Bo foolishly charging forward, how could Linggan King possibly allow him to pounce?

"But why doesn't it hurt?" Guan Bo steadied himself in mid-air, touched his chest, and found nothing.

Leaving aside the serious injury of a broken bone, he didn't even have a scratch. Instead, a patch of golden Sanskrit characters lit up on his robe, as if the runes of the Diamond Sutra had blocked the heavy blow for him.

"What a wonderful treasure! Anything made by the Bodhisattva is bound to be of the highest quality."

Guan Bo stood up straight, put his hands on his hips, and scolded the Inspiration King: "You idiot with only a seven-second memory, what's wrong with me letting you smash it one more time?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Guan Bo discovered a shadow had appeared before him. The King of Inspiration had already appeared in front of him, his copper hammer crashing down on his head.

"Damn it! Don't hit my face!" Guan Bo only had time to let out a wail before he was rammed into the ground as if he had been hit by a pile driver, leaving only a large, human-shaped crater.

Guan Bo crawled out of the pit, which was more than ten meters deep, looking disheveled, spitting out a mouthful of mud.

"Pah! How come this dead fish spirit is so powerful? What happened to the protagonist's halo?" Guan Bo helplessly touched his face. Fortunately, the robe's defensive range was all-around, so he wouldn't be disfigured.

But something really doesn't make sense. When other transmigrators greatly improve their skills, they easily crush powerful enemies, achieving a showy and humiliating effect. How come it's me who's getting humiliated by that fish spirit, the Great King of Inspiration?

Guan Bo had to admit that he was no match for the Inspiration King in a direct confrontation; the opponent's martial arts skills far surpassed his own. Even if those two blows were delivered again, he wouldn't be able to dodge them at all.

However, Guan Bo also noticed that after unleashing those two hammer blows, the Great King of Inspiration was panting heavily. Those previous bolts of heavenly lightning weren't so easy to withstand. Seeing this, Guan Bo felt a surge of heroic spirit.

"I'll show you the power of a 'unicorn arm' that's been single for decades!" Guan Bo roared, unleashing his strongest move against the Great King of Inspiration—the Buddha's Bear Paw!