Those Shaolin Temple lay disciples from Prajna Villa turned pale when they heard that Su Xin intended to wipe them out to the last.
They had, after all, come from Shaolin Temple. They did not disgrace themselves by falling to their knees and begging for mercy. Instead, they merely shouted fiercely at Su Xin, "Su Xin! If you kill us, do you truly intend to fight Shaolin Temple to the death?"
Su Xin looked at him and gave a chilling smile. "Fight to the death? Shaolin Temple and I have long since been locked in a struggle to the death!
"If you had not involved yourselves with Shaolin Temple this time, you could have escaped this calamity. But since you wish to gain Shaolin Temple's protection, you must also bear Shaolin Temple's karma!"
As his words fell, Su Xin flicked a finger. A powerful burst of finger force erupted, and the martial artist who had spoken, though he possessed Spirit Transformation Realm strength, was instantly blasted to death by a single finger strike!
Seeing that Su Xin truly dared to act, the other Prajna Villa disciples immediately wore looks of terror and fled in all directions.
They had already seen it clearly: Su Xin was determined to slaughter them all today. Begging was useless; the only thing they could do now was run.
Yet the strongest among these Prajna Villa disciples was merely at the Spirit Transformation Realm. Before Su Xin, such strength was no different from ants—he could kill them in a single move. If they wanted to flee, could they really escape?
A powerful aura rose from Su Xin's body and directly enveloped the entire grounds of Prajna Villa.
Within that terrifying aura, sword qi could erupt from anywhere. Within the domain of that aura, every step concealed