Three against one, plus one fighting for his life—yet the final result was merely wounds traded for wounds. Those who only heard of it might think the three were too weak, but those who witnessed it could only say that Su Xin was too strong—so strong that he had reached a level of utter despair.
Kong Cheng glanced at Xuan Ming and said, "I do not know whether we can repel the enemy before us this time. But if Shaolin Temple survives this calamity, do not provoke enemies of this caliber again if at all possible. We may withstand such an existence once, but we will not withstand him a second time."
From beginning to end, Kong Cheng had never asked what grudge lay between Su Xin and Shaolin Temple. To a man about to die, such things no longer held any meaning.
Xuan Ming was equally helpless. It was not that they had wanted to provoke Su Xin; they simply had never imagined, from the very beginning, that Su Xin could reach such a point.
Outsiders saw only Su Xin's terrifying strength, but to Xuan Ming, what was truly terrifying about Su Xin was the speed of his growth.
Martial artists all grew. Take Xuan Ming himself: when he had been a young monk, he had never imagined that he would one day reach his current heights and become a Land Deity of the True Martial Realm.
But how long had it taken him to go from a young monk to a Land Deity? More than eighty full years—and that was with the aid of Stars. Without that Star's power, it likely would have taken over a hundred years.
But what about Su Xin? Setting aside the years before Xuan Ming had known him, Su Xin had reached this