When Su Xin made his move, Xuan Ku was standing beside Kong Yuan, yet he showed no intention of intervening.
Kong Yuan had just spouted those words on his own authority, relying on his seniority to lord it over others. It was time he and the other Kong Generation martial artists were taught a lesson.
Only when that sword had already reached Kong Yuan did Xuan Ku prepare to act.
He intended to teach Kong Yuan a lesson, but he could not allow King Chujiang to truly kill him. Otherwise, where would Shaolin Temple's face be?
Though Shaolin Temple had already lost more than enough face, letting an outsider kill one of its Yang Spirit Realm martial artists at the gates of Shaolin Temple would be an utterly humiliating disgrace.
More importantly, King Chujiang was from the Underworld. If he were allowed to kill Kong Yuan, the enmity between Shaolin Temple and the Underworld would be irreconcilably forged. In that case, Xuan Tan could never return to Shaolin Temple.
Thus, as Su Xin's sword descended upon him, Xuan Ku chanted a Buddhist invocation. Golden light bloomed around him as he unleashed the Arhat Golden Body. When the Ice Hell extended before Xuan Ku, it could advance no farther, while King Chujiang's phantom gradually dissipated amid the Buddhist chants.
Kong Yuan immediately let out a breath of relief. Just then, he had truly felt the terror of death bearing down on him, nearly suffocating him.
But at that moment, a horrifying killing intent suddenly reflected in Su Xin's eyes. From within King Chujiang's fading phantom, a tiny sword of ice abruptly emerged.
That tiny ice sword was not corporeal, but wholly condensed from primordial spirit power. In an instant, it transcended space and time, piercing into Kong Yuan's mind before he