Among the Yang Spirit Realm martial artists of the Jianghu, Li Huai was undoubtedly one of the younger generation. In terms of seniority, Xuan Ming was even older than Su Xin.
But in today's Jianghu, seniority was only a point of reference. What truly mattered was strength.
Of course, if speaking purely of strength, those in the Jianghu would certainly believe Xuan Ming to be stronger than Li Huai.
After all, Xuan Ming was a veteran Yang Spirit Realm martial artist. Having served as the head of Arhat Hall and acting abbot of Shaolin Temple for so long, his prestige in the Jianghu far surpassed Li Huai's.
It could even be said that among Shaolin Temple's Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, Xuan Ming was one of the few with hopes of advancing into the True Martial Realm. With him here, it would be no easy task for Li Huai to take Chen Gang away.
The others in the tavern had all retreated into the corners, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
This was a clash between Shaolin Temple and the two great forces under the Northwest King. If they got caught up in it, they likely would not even know how they died.
Li Huai looked at Xuan Ming and said flatly, "Chen Gang is a traitor to my Northwest Army. Your Shaolin Temple has meddled all the way into my Northwest Circuit. Do you truly think my Northwest Circuit is so easily bullied?"
Looking at Li Huai, Xuan Ming felt rather bitter.
He was an old hand of the Jianghu. Back before Su Xin had risen to prominence, he had already contended against Su Xin, only to suffer losses at Su Xin's hands time and again.
And now, Su Xin had become a Land Deity of the True