You Were Him, Yet Not Him

Sun Dasheng could not be blamed for having such a thought. In his understanding, True Lord Erlang could never possibly serve as some so-called Grand National Preceptor in a small mortal kingdom.

After all, "There are many beneath me, but few above me" was the Great Sage's evaluation of Erlang Shen. Erlang Shen had merely quoted it himself in Black Myth, which was enough to prove the Great Sage's recognition of him.

Thus, upon hearing that the so-called Grand National Preceptor of Chechi Kingdom possessed so many traits of Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, Sun Dasheng found it more absurd than anything else. Put plainly, he was so angry he laughed.

Impersonating Erlang Shen was audacious enough to defy heaven itself. Who knew what sort of demon was behind it?

But the Great Sage's expression quickly sobered, for his previous experiences made him think of a possibility that he could not laugh off.

Could this person impersonating Erlang Shen be one of Erlang Shen's divine pets or attendants?

This was no baseless speculation. Not long ago, King Golden Horn and King Silver Horn had been subdued. They had been Taishang Laojun's alchemy boys, and had even brought magical treasures such as the Purple Gold Gourd down to the mortal realm, causing the Pilgrimage Team no small amount of trouble.

With that precedent, this person who seemed to be impersonating Erlang Shen was highly likely to be someone close to him, carrying Erlang Shen's divine weapons down to the mortal realm.

...Could it be that damned dog that bit my leg?

"Old Sun will have a look and see just how much of his skill you, an impostor, possess."

Having worked this out, Sun Dasheng narrowed his eyes, restrained fighting spirit rising from his body.

The battle of magic from back then