Time ticked by, second after second. The Kunlun Secret Realm was nearly at its end.
Two young eunuchs strained to pull open the gates of the Kunlun Secret Realm. The warriors emerged in a stumbling procession.
But then their eyes widened. The Human Emperor Sword wasn't in the hands of any prince—it was in Su Xin's. Everyone else froze in shock.
Hadn't Su Xin said he wouldn't take part in the succession struggle? How had he ended up with the Human Emperor Sword?
What happened next made their eyes widen even further. Jue Chen and the other Shaolin Temple monks surrounded Su Xin, their eyes bloodshot, looking as if they wanted to tear him apart and swallow him whole.
Shaolin Temple had suffered a double loss in the Kunlun Secret Realm. Jue Yan had died, Jue Ming's Silent Zen had been broken, and, most importantly, despite all their scheming, they hadn't managed to seize the Human Emperor Sword.
Seeing their furious faces, everyone present was baffled. The Kunlun Secret Realm had already ended. What on earth had Su Xin done to make the Shaolin monks hate him so much?
Seeing the scene, Xuantong immediately stepped forward to stop them.
So they hadn't gotten the Human Emperor Sword. So what? This was Shengjing City. If they attacked Su Xin in front of everyone, the Imperial Court wouldn't just stand by.
"Enough! The Kunlun Secret Realm is over. What do you think you're doing?" Xuantong barked, reminding them when and where they were.
Jue Chen's eyes were bloodshot. "Abbot! Su Xin killed Senior Brother Jue Yan!"
The words sent a shockwave through the crowd. Everyone stared at Su Xin in disbelief.
They were astonished by his nerve. He had killed a Spirit Transformation Realm warrior from Shaolin Temple—and right under the nose