Chapter 129 - 114 Rescue

"Monster, meet your end!" Without further ado, the protector charged forward, seeking to kill this audacious creature.

The Tiger King, who laughed heartily at the sky, saw the Buddhist Sect protector emerge from the flames and said with a smile, "Not bad, this fire, right?"

In the midst of his words, he used both hands to block the Demon-Subduing Pestle flying towards him. It turned out he wore a pair of knuckle dusters on his hands, which were his weapons.

The figures of the two combatants constantly flickered through the flames, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Their weapons met in mid-air, creating clear, ringing sounds. Sparks burst from where the weapons collided, falling to the ground and reflecting within the roaring flames, creating a strangely beautiful sight.

The Tiger King rubbed his sore arm and had to admit that the Buddhist Sect protector was no slouch, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to take him down in a short period of time.

Looking at the temple already enveloped in flames, a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Haha, aren’t you going to put out the fire? Your temple will be gone."

With that, he turned with his band of little demons and walked away.

"Think you can escape, monster?" A loud shout came from the sky, as an Arhat flew above. With a light flick of his finger, endless flames turned into a long river flowing towards the Buddha Lamp in his hand.

This was the Buddhist Treasure meant to suppress this place, specifically designed to counteract flames.

The Tiger King was shocked by this sight. As a mountain spirit used to relying on brute force, he had rarely seen such a miraculous magical treasure and naturally felt alarmed at this spectacle.

Unwilling to linger any longer, he whipped up a gust of wind and sand and rushed towards the forest.

But the Buddhist Arhat wouldn’t let him get away so easily. He pursued relentlessly, determined to take down this audacious monster and cleanse the shame he had just suffered.

With a bang, the Tiger King was struck by the Arhat and sent flying across the sky before crashing heavily into the forest, creating a large crater on impact.

He struggled to his feet, wiping the fresh blood from his lips and spit fiercely, knowing his fate was sealed, he decided to make one last stand.

Moving as fast as lightning, the Tiger King leaped up, his hands transforming into sharp claws, aiming straight for the Arhat’s body with a cold gleam, while his gaping maw targeted the Arhat’s neck.

"Overestimating your abilities." The Arhat snorted coldly as a sudden burst of Buddha’s Light emanated from him, blocking the Tiger King’s attack and then reaching out to grab the Tiger King by the neck.

The Tiger King’s body was restrained, and he struggled in vain as the Arhat’s hand seemed to possess the force of a thousand pounds, making it impossible for him to break free.

However, what the Arhat failed to notice was the flicker of triumph in the Tiger King’s eyes.

Suddenly, numerous fierce ghosts emerged behind the Arhat, gnashing their teeth and clawing their way towards him. These were the Specter Ghosts controlled by the Tiger King, accumulated from years of slaughter.

It turned out that the previous attack had been a trap, while the real deadly move had been the Specter Ghosts hidden belowground all along.

"Oh! So this is your ace up the sleeve, but it’s too disappointing." The Arhat said with a smile, his Buddha’s Light growing even more resplendent.

The Specter Ghosts that rushed up to him were bathed in Buddha’s Light and instantly released from the Tiger King’s control, sent on their way to reincarnation.

The Tiger King, seeing this, showed a look of despair in his eyes. He had forgotten that the Buddhist Sect was most proficient at guiding souls to liberation and that using Specter Ghosts against them was unlikely to be effective.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed from the forest, heading straight for the Arhat’s face, the sharpness of its aura slicing through the air, even producing a humming sound.

The Arhat felt his fine hairs stand on end, as if the light concealed a terrifying intent to kill. He dared not take it lightly and quickly released his grip.

Only then did he see that the light was actually an arrow, wrapped in a thick Demon Qi.

The arrow whisked past him, the wind it stirred causing pain on his face. As an Arhat who had cultivated a Golden Body, ordinary attacks were ineffective against him, yet this arrow gave him the sensation that had he not let go, his arm would have been disabled.

"Who goes there?" the Arhat shouted sharply.

But the forest remained quiet, with only the whooshing sound of arrows flying towards him.

The Arhat shouted, and behind him appeared a Buddha Dharma Form with eight arms, each holding a Magical Artifact.

With the appearance of the Buddha Dharma Form, the eight arms flailed, deflecting the incoming arrows one by one, the tremendous force pushing him back, leaving deep marks on the ground from his feet.

"Dammit, who are you, skulking about like this?" the Arhat yelled, hoping to provoke the hidden enemy into showing themselves.

Yet the forest returned to a deathly silence as if nobody was there at all.

This environment made the Arhat feel pressure; he was not one strong in soul or adept at sensing presences, and the person opposite him was particularly skilled in the art of concealment, eluding all his attempts to detect them.

Moreover, the arrows flying towards him were enveloped in a fearsome Demon Qi, and the arrowheads even had a fleeting green light, clearly poisoned. The Arhat believed that this poison was no ordinary matter.

Falling into a disadvantageous position on the battlefield, the Arhat chose to retreat, casting a resentful glance at the Tiger King as if engraving this audacious individual in his memory.

Shortly after the Arhat left, a figure slowly emerged from deep within the forest, startling the Tiger King with its appearance.

The newcomer was a Tiger Demon, slender in build, with a beautiful face and delicate hands holding a green bow, dressed in silver armor, with a quiver made of vines on her back, filled with arrows.

Looking at this Fox Demon who appeared weak and fragile, the Tiger King found it difficult to associate her with the formidable, mysterious fighter from before.

What’s more, he had never seen this person before; it seemed she was not at the disastrous banquet earlier.

"Who are you?" the Tiger King asked, showing a trace of curiosity.

"Under the command of the Great Sage Pingtian, I am Hu Er," the Fox Demon said coldly, eyes fixed on the Tiger King and filled with displeasure.

Although he had always lived in seclusion, he had heard of the Tiger King’s exploits from his brothers and held no fondness for this brash and arrogant Tiger Demon.

Feeling the cold in his gaze and the bone-chilling aura, the Tiger King shivered involuntarily, quickly putting on a flattering smile, "Thank you for saving my life, brother. Your archery is truly divine. You managed to press that Buddhist Sect Arhat so hard he couldn’t fight back, it’s just a pity we let him go."

Saying this, he glanced nervously at Hu Er, unable to comprehend why this demon chose to release the Buddhist Sect Arhat.

"He wasn’t fighting with his full strength. If we really came to blows, I wouldn’t have been confident in killing him quickly, and we are too close to the Buddhist Sect camp. If reinforcements arrived, it would be hard for me to escape," Hu Er explained softly, yet his voice remained cold.