Jiang Zuo watched the other man roar, but he showed no reaction. 'Who do they think I am now?'
'It's not surprising that there were powerhouses in the past, but why does everyone insist on seeing the new generation as shadows of the old?'
'Does a similar situation mean it has to be one of them?'
'Don't they know that new waves are meant to overtake the old?'
'Why must Cultivators measure themselves against the ancient era?'
'Why can't we surpass it?'
But before Jiang Zuo could speak, the youth began to shake his head frantically. "No, impossible. It's not him.
"He was sealed. Before King Qin Wu died, he sealed away all of his subordinates in order to protect them."
"With King Qin Wu's power, there's no way any of you could have broken the Seal."
"I saw it with my own eyes."
King Qin Wu was powerful—so powerful that he made many feel helpless—but in the end, he still died.
Dead is dead.
The ones left standing are the true victors. Their own defeat was only temporary.
