Yu Huatian had originally intended to leave the Great Song Martial World alone. So long as they submitted to his control, he would leave them a way to survive.
He had never expected that some would still court death.
And it was none other than his old adversary, Shaolin Temple!
Shaolin Temple intended to close its mountain gates and withdraw from the world to evade his summons, unwilling to send men on his Western Expedition to destroy Sui.
How could things be that easy?
Since the Shaolin Sect insisted on courting death, Yu Huatian did not mind leaving Great Song without the Buddhist School either!
The next day.
At the first glimmer of dawn, a procession over a thousand strong set out toward Shaolin Temple, surrounding a grand sedan carried by eight bearers.
Banners fluttered, their black fabric bearing inscriptions such as "Ming Martial King" and "Embroidered Uniform Guard."
Around noon, the procession reached the foot of Mount Shaoshi.
"Director, Mount Shaoshi is just ahead!"
At the head of the procession, Ma Jinliang and the others addressed Yu Huatian respectfully, their eyes brimming with excitement and their fighting spirit soaring.
It had been a long time since they had followed the Director into battle.
Now that they were following him to destroy the Shaolin Sect, the blood surged through their veins.
"Up the mountain!"
Seated in his sedan, Yu Huatian spoke impassively.
He had originally intended to come alone.
But considering that, once the Shaolin Sect was erased, its vast collection of martial arts manuals and treasures should not fall into other people's laps, he had brought Ma Jinliang and the others to clean up the battlefield afterward.
"Yes, sir!"
Over a thousand Embroidered Uniform Guards began ascending Mount Shaoshi.
The stretches of farmland on either side and the exceptionally