Huang Xiao quickly left the tea stall and used the Lingbo Ethereal Steps to give chase in the direction the man had pointed out.
If Liaochen really was in danger, he naturally would not stand idly by.
Had he known nothing about it, there would naturally have been nothing he could do. But now that he knew, he had to go and find out what was happening.
Not far ahead in the direction Huang Xiao was pursuing, Liaochen stopped, turned around, and pressed his palms together. He invoked the Buddha's name, then said, "Why must you gentlemen press me so relentlessly?"
Liaochen was in an exceptionally sorry state. His monk's robes were tattered and stained with considerable blood.
Even his face was somewhat pale, and his breathing was uneven. Clearly, his injuries were far from light.
"Press you? Senior Brother Liaochen, you must be joking." One of the six monks behind him stepped forward and smiled. "We merely want everyone in the Jianghu to see just how pathetic Shaolin Temple's so-called greatest prodigy is. Even wearing the title of number one, you amount to no more than this. Your reputation is an empty one."
"Yes, merely an empty reputation. This humble monk has never considered himself Shaolin Temple's greatest prodigy. As you have now seen, my martial strength is meager. I hope you gentlemen can let the matter rest here!" Liaochen's expression remained calm and kindly as he spoke, utterly untroubled by their provocative words.
"Senior Brother Mingyi, there's no need to waste words with him. In my opinion, we cannot let him keep fleeing like this. Let's subdue him first. Hmph, Shaolin disciples amount to no more than this," another monk said.
"That's right. Capture him first. He's a bolt at the end of its flight now. Senior Brothers,