Su Xin's blatant act of flipping the table made everyone present change expression.
This method was utterly unreasonable—one could even say it harmed others without benefiting himself.
Only an orderly Jianghu was truly a Jianghu. A Jianghu without order would be a living hell. When the time came, everyone in the Jianghu would slaughter one another in chaos. What good would that do Su Xin?
Although Su Xin's words left the five True Martial Realm powerhouses furious and alarmed, they at least managed to suppress their anger outwardly.
Xuan Ku said in a deep voice, "Su Xin, are you trying to drag everyone down with you? What good will this do you?"
Su Xin shook his head. "No good at all. But you all want to force me to my death. Am I not allowed to flip the table outright?"
The True Martial Realm powerhouses present immediately felt their brows twitch.
To be honest, people like Su Xin were truly rare among those in the True Martial Realm. His temperament was practically no different from those street thugs—if he lost, he simply flipped the table. Did he care about rules at all?
The victor became king, the loser a bandit. Su Xin had lost now, yet he refused to admit defeat and insisted on dragging everyone down to the grave with him. What kind of sense did that make?
Perhaps it was because Su Xin's origins differed from theirs. Though Su Xin's true identity was a member of the Su Family among the Hidden Three Clans, everyone knew that he had actually risen from the common folk. At the start, he had merely been the leader of a gang in a small city of the Southern Barbarians, only later being recruited by the Six Fan Sect.
Thus, it seemed somewhat