Under Su Xin's frenzied assault, Jue Yan had lost all ability to fight back.
Yet the fear of death was instinctive. Even though Su Xin had shattered Jue Yan's spirit within the illusion, the terror of standing between life and death finally jolted him back to his senses.
The Shaolin disciples were all rushing toward Jue Yan. He summoned the last trace of his strength, golden light blazing around him, and fled toward them.
But in his current state, he was desperately slow. Su Xin caught up with him in almost a single step, and Invisible Sword Qi erupted, carving several more wounds into his back.
The monks from Shaolin watched with eyes nearly popping from their sockets. Jue Chen, who regarded Jue Yan as his own brother, wasn't the only one—every other monk wanted to tear Su Xin apart and devour him alive.
Shaolin Temple had difficulty raising its disciples. It treasured even a Xiantian Realm martial artist, let alone a Spirit Transformation Realm warrior on the verge of advancing to Spirit Fusion.
But they were still entangled by the Heroic Spirit Warriors and couldn't rush to Jue Yan's aid.
Jue Chen couldn't help shouting at Jue Ming, who came from the Sutra Lecture Hall, "How long are you going to wait before you act? Is the life of a Spirit Transformation Realm warrior from Shaolin Temple worth less than your Silent Zen?"
At his words, Jue Ming let out a silent sigh. But as he looked at the Heroic Spirit Warriors behind him, he opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable: "Doh!"
As the syllable left his lips, ripples spread through the air.
No one thought the sound was particularly loud, but the Heroic Spirit Warriors behind the Shaolin martial artists rapidly cracked under that single syllable.