Countless Nian Gang disciples surrounded Master White Cloud and the others. Yet what terrified them most was not the Nian Gang's leader, Dragon-Breaking Hand Jin Jiuyue, but the expressionless young martial artist in black who stood behind Jin Jiuyue with the latter assuming a respectful posture!
"Grand Superintendent of the Secret Guard, Li Huai!"
Li Huai might once have been unknown, but now, with Su Xin's rise, his name had become famous throughout the land.
Master White Cloud and the others were plunged into despair. Was Su Xin truly placing such importance on this matter that he had even dispatched one of his trusted confidants here?
Meanwhile, Indra, who had previously strutted arrogantly beside Master White Cloud, was now trembling all over.
He would never forget the sight that had greeted him when he returned to Huanxi Temple. His master, senior brothers, and junior brothers had all been slaughtered. The vast Huanxi Temple had become a land of death, its chill enough to seep into one's heart.
Su Xin had been behind it all, but the one who had carried it out was Li Huai standing before him.
Looking at the three of them, Li Huai said indifferently, "You may have seized someone from the Nian Gang, but in truth, this person is someone Lord Su wants.
"No one gets to steal from Lord Su. So now, kill yourselves. Do not wait for me to act, and do not think of risking your lives in one final struggle. Even if you risk your lives, you do not have the right to make that struggle."
Master White Cloud said bitterly, "We are willing to hand him over."
The stronger one was, the more one feared death. Master White Cloud and the others came from minor Buddhist branches; it had not been