The people of Shaolin Temple were making things so solemn because, at heart, they had no confidence when facing Su Xin. Even with two True Martial Realm experts, they still had no confidence—unless Xuan Ku was present.
Now that Su Xin insisted on taking things to the bitter end, just as Xuantong had said, they had no choice but to fight.
At that moment, Kong Xing, the previous generation's chief of Arhat Hall, suddenly muttered, "The abbot really is something. It would have been one thing if he had simply entered that small world to seek opportunities, but he just had to strike at Su Xin before leaving—and he still failed to kill him.
He went off to a treasure land in search of opportunities, yet left Shaolin Temple with this mess."
Kong Xing's former nickname had been Angry-Eyed Vajra. It described not only his martial arts, but his temperament as well.
If the Kong Xing of old had encountered something like this, there would have been only one word: fight!
But now that his opponent was Su Xin, Kong Xing could not help but feel a thread of fear rise from the depths of his heart.
The last time Su Xin had stormed Shaolin Temple to take Xin'er away, he had used the Seventy-Two Arts evolved from the Small Formless Art to fight Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Arts, humiliating them in the process.
Kong Xing had met Su Xin's Great Strength Vajra Palm head-on with his own Great Strength Vajra Palm, only to be blasted away in a single strike, one arm broken.
Though Kong Xing's injuries had healed in the end, he would never forget the scene of that battle.
That crushing might, that utterly terrifying power—so overwhelming it made one unable to breathe!
Thus, after that battle, a