Lu Potian looked at the Shaolin Temple crowd with naked malice in his eyes. He sneered. "Junior Brother, looks like things haven't been going too smoothly on your end. Perfect—we'll join forces and wipe out these bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple!"
Su Xin shook his head. "No rush. There's no need to be so hasty about acknowledging each other as martial brothers. When the Blood Demon Sect was destroyed, did you emerge now because you want to rebuild it?"
Lu Potian chuckled twice. Though ninety percent of his life had been spent imprisoned beneath the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, he was no fool. He understood what Su Xin meant.
The Blood Demon Sect was gone, but Su Xin still had the Blood God Sect under his command.
If the Blood Demon Sect could be rebuilt upon the foundation of the Blood God Sect, Lu Potian would undoubtedly save himself a great deal of trouble. Naturally, Su Xin would be wary of him.
Lu Potian merely shook his head. "Rebuild the Blood Demon Sect? Bullshit! Those idiots screwed me over badly back then. I had only just achieved great mastery in martial arts and hadn't even roamed the Jianghu freely for long before those idiots dragged me down with them, leaving me surrounded and besieged by those righteous-path experts until my sect was destroyed.
I'm good at killing people and cultivating martial arts, but I'm no good at building up a faction. That's what you're good at, Junior Brother. If you'd been born a few hundred years earlier, with the two of us joining hands, this world would surely have belonged to us.
Of course, it's not too late now. I'll help you kill these two old baldies from Shaolin Temple, and from then on, you'll be my true Junior Brother. If you