What had Shaolin Temple relied on to attain its former position as leader of the righteous path? Nothing more than the two words: great righteousness.
To Xuan Ku and Shaolin Temple today, they believed themselves to be righteous men who stood on the side of great righteousness.
Su Xin looked at Xuan Ku and said coldly, "After all these years, is Shaolin Temple still living in its own little world? No wonder Lord Ksitigarbha was driven away by Shaolin Temple back then. It probably wasn't because you disapproved of Lord Ksitigarbha's way of doing things—rather, in the entirety of Shaolin Temple, I fear Lord Ksitigarbha was the only one who remained clear-headed! I, Su Xin, do not believe in your Shaolin Temple's so-called cycle of karmic retribution. Besides, even if retribution truly exists, having roamed the Jianghu all my life and reached this point, it has all been worth it! Even Heaven cannot take me in—yet Shaolin Temple still dreams of throwing me into Black Prison? Believe it or not, one day I'll tear down even your Shaolin Temple's Black Prison and Demon-Suppressing Pagoda!"
Xuan Ku sighed and shook his head. "Stubborn beyond redemption."
Su Xin sneered. "So what if I am? The strength of the Divine Bridge Realm is indeed beyond what I can contend against right now. But likewise, for a Divine Bridge Realm expert to kill me will not be so simple either."
"Is that so? Then what if you add me to the equation?" Li Boyang, whisk in hand, stepped to Xuan Ku's side.
The supreme powerhouses of Daoism and Buddhism, who had always been as incompatible as fire and water, now stood together. This was practically the pinnacle of power in today's Jianghu.
Though Su Xin found this scene discordant no matter how he looked