"How arrogant!" Huang Xiao had grown quite curious about Monk Mingyi and the other five. He wondered just what background these Six Buddhist Sects had to act so arrogantly.
They dared speak that way even before the Beggar Gang Leader, an Upper Peerless expert. If Zhu Zhentong truly struck, how could any of the six survive?
Then again, Monk Mingyi and the other five naturally had something to rely on to be so arrogant. The strength of the sects behind them was probably unfathomable.
Huang Xiao did believe that; he would not think they were merely bluffing. After all, the six had dared attack Liaochen and even seemed intent on opposing Shaolin. How would they dare do that without powerful sects behind them?
Once Monk Mingyi and the other five left, Liaochen stopped circulating his energy to heal. Although his strength had not recovered to eighty percent, it had reached seventy percent.
Thanks to Huang Xiao, his internal injuries had also stabilized. With the immediate danger past, there was no need to rush to recover his strength.
"Thank you, Senior Zhu, Junior Brother Hong!" Liaochen said.
"Senior Brother Liaochen, just who were they? Why were they making trouble for you?" Hong Yi was naturally curious about the six monks' identities. Besides, monks making trouble for other monks-had anything like this ever happened in the Jianghu before?
Although there were countless temples throughout the land, and some had experts of their own, their strength was worlds apart from Shaolin Temple's.
Yet now, six young monks had appeared all at once, each with such considerable cultivation. Hong Yi could not help being alarmed.
"They belong to the Six Buddhist Sects!" Liaochen said.
"The Six Buddhist Sects?" Zhu Zhentong murmured. Then his expression changed, and he said softly, "So it was them. No