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The Western Border Esoteric Sect's northward expansion and proselytizing was an unstoppable tide. No one could stop it—not Shaolin Temple, and certainly not Su Xin.
Mahasthamaprapta Master said solemnly, "Proselytizing is a contest for fortune. If you don't fight for it, someone else will.
"If we can't even handle one of the Imperial Court's Four Great Constables today, how will we ever compete with Shaolin Temple?"
In fact, by normal standards, even if the Western Border Esoteric Sect combined all its strength, it still wouldn't be qualified to compete with Shaolin Temple.
Great Zhou had Forty-Nine Circuits. Aside from a few remote places, every circuit was guarded by top-tier martial forces. If the Western Border Esoteric Sect went there to proselytize, it would inevitably clash with the local powers. They might lose a portion of their strength before they ever faced Shaolin Temple.
That was why the entire Western Border Esoteric Sect had joined together to strike a deal with the Great Zhou Emperor: they would proselytize in Shengjing City first.
If they spread their faith elsewhere, Shaolin Temple might find out and have Abbot Xuan Ku personally kill them. But in Great Zhou, they didn't need to worry about that. At the very least, Shaolin Temple wouldn't dare run amok there.
Chiming's expression darkened. "Master, are you planning to personally kill Su Xin?"
Su Xin had once killed a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist, but warriors of the same realm knew that he had only managed it through a few underhanded tricks. It was impossible to replicate.
If Mahasthamaprapta Master, a Yang Spirit Realm expert, acted personally, Su Xin definitely wouldn't be able to stop him.
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