"Last words? You? What a joke!"
Disdain flashed through Zhong Shan's eyes. Se Kong was Hongjun?
If he truly were Hongjun, Zhong Shan would naturally have been wary. After all, Hongjun's reputation stood above all. He had once been Number One Under Heaven, and that entire era had even been named the Hongjun Era.
That title could not have been earned through strength alone. Number One Under Heaven meant being first in every aspect—scheming, strength, and foundation—to deserve the title of ruling the world.
Among the nine sages of the Yang World, Hongjun commanded all the sages. Even Mitian, who was unwilling to obey, had not dared to test his edge and had willingly hidden within the Small Chiliocosm World.
With a single decision, all the sages had been willing to march to their deaths. That was Hongjun.
What kind of spirit was that? What kind of person?
Could such a Number One Under Heaven be like Se Kong? Could he be as despicable as Se Kong?
Indeed, Se Kong was very good at enduring and borrowing momentum. But he lacked the imposing spirit of Old Ancestor Hongjun.
His name had shaken the world, and even hundreds of thousands of years after his death, the world still revered and feared him. Could he be like Se Kong?
No matter how similar Se Kong was to Hongjun's original body—even if there was that legend of Hongjun reviving once more by borrowing a quqian—Zhong Shan still did not believe it.
Zhong Shan absolutely did not believe Se Kong was Hongjun.
They were fundamentally different kinds of people. Hongjun was someone Zhong Shan deeply respected even now. How could he be this skulking, bullying-the-weak-and-fearing-the-strong type?
Se Kong definitely was not Hongjun.
Since he was not Hongjun, what did Zhong Shan have to fear?