Faced with Su Xin's pressure, Shaolin Temple had almost deployed every trump card they possessed. Though Su Xin appeared to be marching on Shaolin with a massive army, looking ready to bathe Shaoshi Mountain in blood, another portion of the Dark Guard was moving in secret. Su Xin was merely responsible for drawing Shaolin Temple's and the Jianghu's attention in the open.
Sometimes, killing required a blade. Sometimes, it required using one's brain. That depended entirely on who one's opponent was.
Against something like Tianji Valley, Su Xin had no need to think at all. He could simply bare his blade.
Against the Golden Tent Khanate, however, Su Xin needed to use a little bit of his brain.
But when dealing with Shaolin Temple, Su Xin had never underestimated them. As the foremost Buddhist sect with a legacy spanning nearly ten thousand years, who knew what trump cards they truly possessed?
Sects on the level of Shaolin Temple and the Zaohua Taoist School had never endured through the ages on one person's strength alone. They relied on elite martial artists whose lineage never broke, as well as trump cards capable of preserving the sect's strength amid great calamities.
Thus, Su Xin would not deal with Shaolin Temple as simply and directly as he had dealt with Tianji Valley.
Of course, Su Xin still preferred simple, direct methods when facing enemies. If he could crush his opponent with overwhelming strength, why bother exhausting himself with scheme after scheme?
By now, Su Xin's movements had drawn the attention of most Jianghu people. Looking at his formation, everyone knew that Su Xin was not putting on an act this time. He had not brought so many people to Shaoshi Mountain for a leisurely spring outing—he was preparing to bloodbath Shaolin!
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