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Venerable Longzang's words meant only one thing: he was yielding, though he was deeply unwilling to do so.
Now that Ye Jianan and Xiao Moye were both dead, he was the acting abbot of Huanxi Temple.
Yet the first thing he did as abbot was publicly bow his head to Su Xin. One could well imagine how Venerable Longzang felt at that moment.
But he also knew that the lives of the entire Huanxi Temple rested on his shoulders. If he did not yield, Huanxi Temple would follow in Huanxi Cult's footsteps. If he did, there might still be a sliver of hope.
The other Soul Fusion Realm martial artists of Huanxi Temple understood Venerable Longzang's intentions as well, so none of them said anything.
Only Venerable Longzang and the Soul Fusion Realm martial artists of Huanxi Temple had come out this time. The other disciples had been locked inside the temple and forbidden from leaving, for fear that these young disciples might do something extreme in a fit of impulsiveness.
Su Xin smiled mockingly. "Now you remember how to admit defeat and bow your heads? Unfortunately, it's already too late.
"Look at the expressions on your faces—you look like you can't wait to tear me into ten thousand pieces. Even if you truly admitted defeat and yielded, do you think I would accept it?
"If you fail to kill a snake, it will come back to harm you. Even some Houtian Martial Artists understand that principle. Are you, a grandmaster of the Yang Spirit Realm, telling me you don't?"
Su Xin had never believed in things like admitting defeat or yielding.
As an opponent, unless your strength was so far beyond theirs that