Anger flashed in Kong Weishan's eyes.
"When His Majesty King Wen led Xiqi's great army against King Zhou of Shang and the Demon Barbarian Half-Sages, that man's ancestor was probably nothing more than a foot soldier under King Wen, clutching a long spear and trembling!"
The crowd smiled faintly.
"When Sage Kong risked his life to enter the Demon Realm alone and hold it down, that man's ancestor was probably still fishing from a little sampan on the Yangtze River!"
The crowd kept smiling.
"When Mencius traveled through the various kingdoms, that man's ancestor might have been working with his face to the yellow earth and his back to the sky, fighting the neighboring village over irrigation water until their heads cracked and blood flowed!"
"When Xunzi's students blossomed like peach and plum trees across the world, that man's ancestor was probably squatting in some government office's jail, living on prison rations!"
The crowd roared with laughter, their sense of superiority as scions of aristocratic clans nearly bursting through the roof.
Kong Weishan raised his head high and said, "Yes, his achievements are great, his literary qi is great, everything about him is great. But can he rise above the Sages?"
"He cannot!" the crowd shouted.
"Yes, he relied on his status within the Dragon Race to kill Dragon Sages and slaughter Demon Barbarians. But does he dare enter the Demon Realm alone and suppress all its Sages single-handedly?"
"He does not!"
"He never endured the hardships of King Wen's era, driving a wicker cart in ragged clothes to blaze a trail. He never endured the heart-stopping peril of every step in Sage Kong's era, much less the despair of the first battle at Two Worlds Mountain. He merely relied on outside power to win great merit in Dragon City.