Had Meng Chao not already cultivated to the God Realm, it would have been utterly impossible to intercept their "ventriloquism" without professional listening equipment.
Even now, only by focusing his mind and pouring vast amounts of Spiritual Energy into his ears—until every auditory nerve, cochlea, and tiny hair within his ear canals seemed to become crystalline and sharp to the utmost—could Meng Chao instantly gather thirty-six thousand different sounds from the outside world.
Only by analyzing the characteristics of those thirty-six thousand sounds and searching through them with keywords such as "Shen Yuanbao," "Cosmos Group," and "Blood Alliance" could he lock onto, extract, and decipher the real conversation between the "university professor" and the "Vehicle Repairman."
The "Vehicle Repairman" sneered. "You said Shen Yuanbiao's mental state is very wrong?"
"Yes," the "university professor" replied. "He's at his wit's end and restless with anxiety. He keeps complaining that we handled things poorly and failed to kill Shen Yuanbao outright in the depths of the Raging Wave Mountains, leaving behind so many loose ends."
"Shen Yuanbao is a God Realm Expert."
The "Vehicle Repairman" said dismissively, "No person or faction can guarantee a one-hundred-percent chance of killing a God Realm Expert. Before joining our plan, Shen Yuanbiao should have known how great the risks were.
"Besides, Shen Yuanbao has been lying low deep inside Cosmos Grand View these past few days. He hasn't even dared let a single notable medical expert from Dragon City examine his injuries. That alone proves our operation was remarkably effective. Even if we failed to kill him on the spot, we still destroyed at least eighty percent of his combat power.
"Shen Yuanbao has now become a toothless old tiger on its last breath, curled up in the depths of its lair, waiting to die!
"Could Shen