Standing in midair, Zhong Shan cast a cold glance at the onlookers in the distance. Under his gaze, nearly everyone felt a chill in their hearts and dared not meet his eyes.
Those who had once believed Zhong Shan was weak now felt a sinister chill rising within them. If this still counted as weak, then what did that make them?
Several thousand Confucian disciples and two Ancient Immortals had been completely wiped out in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea? How could someone like that be described as merely powerful?
Terrifying Zhong Shan.
"Let's go!" Zhong Shan said in a low voice. He led the other two and shot rapidly in one direction.
Only after Zhong Shan had left did most of the onlookers secretly breathe a sigh of relief. So this was Great Zheng's Zhong Shan?
He was that strong? Why had he become a vassal of the Supreme Beginning Sacred Court?
In a mountain forest in the distance, three people had been standing in a secluded mountain hollow: Ying, Bai Qi, and Ghost Valley Zi.
"Great Zheng's Zhong Shan has finally recovered his domineering side. This is the Zhong Shan the Small Chiliocosm knew!" Bai Qi nodded.
"No. He has always been that Zhong Shan. He merely had too many concerns in the past, and his strength had not been enough to display his domineering side!" Ying said indifferently.
"His strength had not been enough to display his domineering side? Could it be that Zhong Shan had already possessed that strength over a hundred years ago? He no longer needs to hold back?" Bai Qi asked in astonishment.
"His performance explained everything. He no longer needs to hold back. The Great Zheng of old has returned!" Ying said indifferently.
"Sacred King,