The Weary Buddha's Son

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

"The wind's really strong up here!"

"I can't hear you!"

From high in the sky, Zhang Xuezhou's replies came from time to time. The Buddha's Son felt a dull ache starting in his liver.

He had called for help again and again, but Zhang Xuezhou had not dropped even a little from his height in the sky.

"Young man, you joined our organization yesterday! Hurry and help me!" the Buddha's Son shouted.

"What did you say? Help who?"

"Help me!"

"With what?"

"Use the Specter Chain to bind this wolf demon! His physical body is very good at dissipating force, but he'll probably have trouble resisting Technique Methods!"

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

Hearing the same reply yet again, the Buddha's Son felt blood surge up his throat.

He had spent so long explaining, only for everything to return to where it had started.

If the wolf demon's demonic nature had not flared up, robbing him of reason and thought, the openings created by the Buddha's Son's occasional replies would have been enough to get him killed three times over.

"A demon's demonic nature can only flare up for so long. There isn't much time left now, you..."

Just as the Buddha's Son tried to explain his reasoning again, sharp claws raked across his shoulder, and blood scattered in the wind.

His face betrayed no sign of pain, as though someone else had been injured. Instead, he struck back hard.

It was the same spot he had hit dozens of times in succession. Each repeated blow caused his opponent even greater pain and could also keep him in his bloodthirsty, demonic frenzy a little longer.

But the Buddha's Son clearly could not keep taking punishment like this forever.

The Buddha-Bestowed Golden Body cut off the