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As the saying went, newborn calves feared not tigers. In the hearts of these young Zaohua Taoist School disciples, Su Xin truly was not someone worth taking seriously.
No matter how strong Su Xin was, he was merely one of the Six Fan Sect's Four Great Constables. How could he possibly compare to the Zaohua Taoist School?
The Zaohua Taoist School had once been relatively low-key, but ever since it had overpowered Shaolin Temple and pulled it down from its position as supreme ruler of the Martial Arts World, the school's disciples had begun to grow somewhat inflated.
They believed that if their Zaohua Taoist School had not devoted itself to tranquil cultivation and action through inaction, the position of supreme ruler of the Martial Arts World should have belonged to them.
Thus, most Zaohua Taoist School disciples always carried a sense of superiority when facing other sects, especially those of the younger generation.
The five Wind-Chasing Patrol Officers from the Six Fan Sect had no choice either. Just as they were about to retreat, a cold voice rang out: "Who was it just now who said I couldn't do anything to him?"
A large group emerged from the dense forest. Several dozen Six Fan Sect constables at the Divine Palace Realm exuded an imposing aura.
Yet what truly made people's hearts tremble was the young man walking in the middle. He wore the black-and-red official uniform of the Six Fan Sect, but unlike the other constables, the right side of his chest bore an embroidered pitch-black hawk—one of the marks of the Four Great Constables!
Su Xin slowly approached. Not a trace of killing intent could be seen on him, yet he gave off