Xu Kun shot Thor a look, and Thor nodded in understanding.
Compared to rising talents like Li Taibai and Kong Changyao, who had now gained all manner of inheritances under Xu Kun's radiance—
In the human race of the past, obtaining such opportunities had been incredibly difficult.
After all, a weak race had no right to a share of resources. Even someone as strong as Tianyan Yang Jian had to resort to every possible trick to swindle his future son-in-law.
All kinds of ruins had been monopolized by powerful races.
Though the Sweeping Monk could not be compared to the Lords of the Era, he represented the human race's original foundation—a genius who had already matured.
Reality was far crueler than imagination. The deaths of countless ordinary people might not draw much attention, but the existence of a genius was worth investing greater strength to protect.
Because only once a great tree had grown could it shelter more of the weak.
The Sweeping Monk did not retreat. Several powerful human avatars aided him, all to ensure his safety. As a vulnerable Half-Step Seventh Realm fighter, even after his Three-Foot Qi Wall that isolated everything had been shattered, his movements remained as leisurely as a stroll through a courtyard.
Facing the renewed siege of several angels, the Sweeping Monk's movements were clearly slow, yet every gesture brimmed with the rhythm of the Dao.
After using the broken broom in his hand to fend off the first wave of attacks, the Sweeping Monk seemed to have recovered some of the condition he had lost earlier.
Taking a moment, he even turned back to glance at the Shaolin masters participating in this peak confrontation.
Shaolin truly deserved to be the foremost sect of the former Central Province Base City. Its foundations ran deep.