Jiu Feng's Weakness

"This sect is truly wicked!"

Though he was circling high in the sky, Zhang Xuezhou could still hear the thud and tearing rip more than eighty meters below.

A second corpse was flung out.

Once again, it had been split nearly in two, with scarcely any possibility of saving its owner.

Even if they were unwilling at heart, the monks did not flee for their lives. Like moths flying into a flame, they continued charging into the battle, hoping to aid the Buddha Son.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that, without any confidence in success, he could not throw lives away like this, even if Wu Chao were in danger.

If he were to give his life for a righteous cause, Zhang Xuezhou thought he would do so only for his own family at most.

He had been influenced by Hongku, and if faced with a choice in such a situation, he might even cling to life and seek revenge.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered the thoughts in his head, but he soon cast the terrible ideas aside.

For Zhang Xuezhou, he hoped he would never have to make such a choice.

"Buddha Son, Moheluola has ulterior motives! He doesn't want to rescue you at all!"

But thoughts were thoughts. Seeing these monks die as soon as they entered the battle, Zhang Xuezhou did not stop doing what he had to do.

"Honest and Reliable Young Gentleman, you rotten bastard! Our organization never should have taken in someone like you!"

The old monk Moheluola stamped his feet below in desperation.

As protectors, they were willing to offer their abilities to the Buddha Son, even to give their lives.

But Moheluola could see no point in giving his life now.

With two corpses in succession confirming the facts, it was not hard for him to