For the current Su Xin, most True Martial Realm experts were no longer worth his notice. Forget the True Martial Realm—even Divine Bridge Realm experts were not foes he had never faced before.
Yet Shi Daoxuan of the Lotus Zen Monastery before him was the only one who made even Su Xin feel immense pressure. Lu Potian telling Su Xin to leave was also the safest decision. After all, the old monk had already made his stance clear: this time, he was determined to protect Shaolin Temple. There was no room for negotiation.
But Su Xin was unwilling to retreat just like that.
He had plotted for so long. There was both his old enmity with Shaolin Temple and the system's reasons involved. Success was within reach, yet now he had to abandon it in such a half-hearted, anticlimactic fashion. Su Xin was naturally unwilling to accept that.
After a long silence, Su Xin suddenly looked up and said, "Master Shi Daoxuan, you are an accomplished monk. In martial arts, I am no match for you. But I have arranged matters for so long and expended such tremendous effort to deal with Shaolin Temple, yet with a single sentence, you want me to withdraw. Even if I, Su Xin, accept it, my subordinates will not.
"How about this? Let us make a wager. Give me half a quarter-hour. If I can break through your defenses within that time, you will not interfere in this matter.
"If I cannot break through your defenses, I will turn around and leave immediately. What do you say?"
Shi Daoxuan did not hesitate. He simply nodded. "Agreed."
Lu Potian looked at Su Xin in surprise as well. What exactly was Su Xin trying to do? Was he trying to salvage a little face for himself