Su Xin's slaying of Buddha and destruction of the Buddhist sect spread throughout the Jianghu in merely a few days.
Although Buddha had in fact taken his own life, to the other people of the Jianghu, that was no different from being slain by Su Xin.
Even before the Buddhist sect was destroyed, Su Xin's strength had already surpassed all others in the world, and he had even begun to faintly show the bearing of the number one under heaven.
Now that Buddha was dead and the Buddhist sect extinguished, who in the world dared contend with Su Xin for the title of number one under heaven? Who even had the qualifications to do so?
His momentum to dominate the world was now beyond all doubt!
The martial artists from factions such as the Seven Great Gangs, who had chosen to stand with Su Xin, all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Their gamble in choosing sides had paid off. Su Xin was invincible under heaven, and they, too, could rest easy.
Meanwhile, those factions that had once offended Su Xin worried in secret whether he would take revenge on them in the future.
Of course, only insignificant figures would think such things. Those with true foresight knew that even though Su Xin had now attained such power, as long as they kept a low profile, Su Xin could not be bothered to seek trouble with them.
Had anyone ever seen a lion relentlessly chase insects and flies to the death just because they had harassed it once? At most, if those insects and flies buzzed around too many times and became too annoying, the lion would swat them dead with a single paw.
Though most people did not wish to admit it, in Su Xin's eyes, they were clearly