"Will you talk or not?"
Qin Jun's gaze sharpened. He raised his right hand, and Samadhi True Fire flared in his palm, writhing like a demon and making Nangong Yifeng's heart tremble for no reason.
What kind of flame was this?
Nangong Yifeng's eyes widened. He seemed to have recalled something and cried out, "You're Ji Yongsheng? Impossible! Didn't you die?"
Ji Yongsheng!
A terrifying existence who had once shaken the Ancient Immortal Realm. He had fought the immortals of the Ancient Immortal Realm alone, forcing even Immortal Venerable Canghua to intervene before he could be suppressed.
Back then, Nangong Yifeng had also taken part in the battle to massacre the Sacred Court of the Xuan Dang Great World. At the time, he had been weak and insignificant among the Immortal Soldiers, yet the shock Ji Yongsheng had given him remained vivid to this day.
That towering figure had seemed as though he would never fall. No one had been his match.
No wonder Qin Jun had looked somewhat familiar to him earlier.
Qin Jun's face greatly resembled Ji Yongsheng's. Coupled with the identical aura of their flames, he could not help thinking that Qin Jun was Ji Yongsheng.
But he quickly dismissed that thought.
Ji Yongsheng had been dead for one hundred and thirty thousand years. He could not possibly still be alive!
Could Qin Jun be Ji Yongsheng's descendant?
"Would I die? I still have to slaughter your Ancient Immortal Realm."
Qin Jun chuckled, but his smile looked incomparably cold in Nangong Yifeng's eyes, as though he were looking at a dead man.
"You really are..." Nangong Yifeng's expression changed drastically, as though he had seen a ghost.
Ji Yongsheng had truly come back to life?
The war god who had fallen one hundred and thirty thousand years