Seven Hates feared only Kong Ke!
He did not know whether this Confucian Ancestor had awakened.
Since Zuo Qiu Wu had set this scheme to cut the festering sore from the Academy, whatever lengths they went to could be understood.
[Master Zi] was, at most, an assistant Zuo Qiu Wu had invited to clear away the devilish sore. To use this as a scheme to kill Him, a transcendent devil, was somewhat inexplicable. Beneath transcendence, all were dust. Even someone like [Master Zi], who had ascended to sainthood untold years ago, stood worlds apart from Him—He could not help but wonder where Book Mountain's confidence truly lay.
His repeated cries of "Kong Ke" were naturally only a probe. So long as anyone present so much as thought of Kong Ke, He would be able to glimpse the truth concerning Kong Ke. If the Confucian Ancestor had truly awakened, then there was nothing more to say—He would simply turn tail and run. Even if it meant losing arms and legs, He could endure it; if He could bleed a little less, then He would bleed a little less.
Yet all who dared take part in this game possessed a profound understanding of transcendents, so naturally no one answered Him.
"Jiang Wang! We are old friends! Do you still remember our old pact?!" Seven Hates' voice rang out amid the dark-golden streams of lightning, still calm and composed.
Come to think of it, they truly did have an agreement, concerning the prevention of the Devil Ancestor's return.
Yet this bastard actually had the nerve to bring it up! The clue he had provided for <Sea of Bitterness Eternal Damnation Desire Devil Art> back then had also been meant to push Jiang Wang onto the throne of the Desire Devil Master. He kept