The Wolf Demon of the Nine Spirits Holy Land

"Why were you tickling the soles of my feet? If that man had stepped even one pace into the Dragon-Subduing Stake's range, it would have been much easier for us to deal with him!"

Flames raged inside the temple, and Zhang Xuezhou, who had been hiding beside the corpses, had no choice but to stop playing dead and cautiously follow the monks outside.

Najima stared wide-eyed at Zhang Xuezhou, convinced that Zhang Xuezhou had tickled the soles of his feet.

"You must have seen wrong. I was lying on the ground, playing dead like I was supposed to. How could I possibly have scratched the soles of your feet?" Zhang Xuezhou denied it.

"All right, all right," Batuoluo said, trying to make peace. "A formidable enemy is before us. This is no time to quarrel."

"But I..."

"Najima, you ruined the Buddha's son's plan. It's your turn to go in and help him!"

Najima was about to say more when the elderly monk cut in.

He gestured with his eyes toward the open ground in front of the temple.

In the open ground, the Buddha's son darted back and forth like a ghost, while a giant wolf with snow-white fur moved just as swiftly, tangling with him in a deadly fight.

The royal guardian called Nine Winds Demon Sage was a wolf demon in transformed shape. His strength was formidable, and his fighting style closely resembled the Buddha's son's-indeed, he was even better.

A speck of red kept flashing among the figures darting and dodging at breakneck speed.

The Buddha's son was exceptionally skilled at fighting and killing, and blood had never stained his body.

If blood stained him, it could only mean that the Buddha's son himself had been wounded.

Holding a Law Treasure bell, the elderly monk kept