Shaolin Temple had endured for countless ages, and none of its Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques were ordinary. The only difference was who wielded them, and how.
Take the Flower-Plucking Finger, for example. Few at Shaolin Temple practiced it, and it was widely considered rather mediocre in power. Yet Xuan Tan, the previous abbot of Shaolin Temple, known as Venerable Kasyapa, had cultivated it to an utterly miraculous level.
The Maha Finger was famed among Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, but whether one could fully unleash its power still depended on who used it.
Every one of Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques carried a different understanding. One even needed to combine them with the appropriate Buddhist teachings before comprehending the true essence of martial arts within.
Nangong Ting had indeed learned the Mahakasyapa Secret Technique, and he had practiced the Maha Finger for over a decade. But unfortunately, he was not a Buddhist disciple with compassion in his heart. He was merely a vicious criminal with blood on his hands.
Thus, Nangong Ting's Maha Finger was nothing but an empty shell.
Once the clashing astral qi dispersed in an explosion, Su Xin stood where he was without a scratch, while one of Nangong Ting's arms hung drenched in blood.
He had cultivated the Maha Finger for more than ten years. He believed he had worked harder than those Shaolin Temple monks and understood it more thoroughly—so why could he not even withstand a single move from Su Xin?
As Su Xin approached step by step, his surging killing intent permeated the air. Madness surfaced in Nangong Ting's eyes.
In his early years, he had cultivated the Blood Demon Sect's evil arts, advancing from the Postnatal Realm all the way to the peak of the Xiantian Realm's Divine Palace Realm. Every moment had