The Country's Might Is Like a Blade, Slashing Mount Sheburg

This sentence only had seven words.

Every word weighed more than a thousand pounds!

The old Shaolin monk's face was pale, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He staggered back, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. This calligraphy will be hung in your Great Hall. As long as Shaolin exists, it will be hung there. The day I take it down will be the day the northern army destroys Shaolin!"

Braydon Neal's fingers moved slightly, and this set of words flew up and landed above the hall.

There were two lines of words on the top and bottom.

On the top was 'The sword suppresses the evil spirits in all directions'.

On the right was 'The Qi shakes the mountains and rivers of the nine regions'.

On the beam above Shakyamuni's head hung seven words.

It was 'The might of the country is vast'!

Braydon asked them which was more important, Hansworth or Buddha.