Earlier, when Yuan Hui had wanted to take Xin'er back to Shaolin Temple, He Feng and the others could still step in to stop him. After all, Yuan Hui was merely of their generation. Even though he was a martial artist from Shaolin Temple, they had not feared him.
But now that Xuantong, the head of Shaolin Temple's Prajna Hall and the "Prajna Venerable," had spoken in person, this was no longer something they could interfere with. Besides, they had no ability to interfere.
Yuan Wuliang of the Seven Heroes Assembly frowned. "Xuantong, you people of Shaolin Temple always like to exaggerate matters like this. What threat can a member of the Monster Race pose when she has already lost her monster body and even her primordial spirit has weakened to the extreme? Give the Seven Heroes Assembly some face. At the very least, you cannot simply take Su Xin'er away from Runan Circuit like this."
The Seven Heroes Assembly was now one of the Seven Great Gangs Alliance and could be considered to be following Su Xin. If Xuantong took Su Xin'er away from the Seven Heroes Assembly's territory and he did not even dare to let out a fart, not only would he offend Su Xin, he would also become a laughingstock to the martial artists of the other Seven Great Gangs.
Xuantong said sternly, "This matter is no small matter. No one who comes will make a difference! It is not that this poor monk refuses to give you face. Even if the Seven Heroes Assembly's Heavenly King Shen came today, this poor monk would not give him face either!
"Yuan Wuliang, if you dare stop this poor monk this time, then this poor monk will fight you. At the same time, I will summon Shaolin Temple's