The clearing in the forest suddenly fell deathly quiet. Everyone's gaze settled on the enormous, pitch-black figure.
"That isn't the River Meng Clan's chief. Who is he?" someone asked softly.
"I've never seen this member of the River Meng Clan before..."
"His aura is so much stronger than Wu Meng's!"
Hei Meng had not appeared in years, and many newcomers in the clearing knew nothing about him.
But some of the old hands knew trouble had arrived...
"Wu Meng really came out?"
"What did the Origin Spirit Civilization offer to get Hei Meng to come out?"
"Now we're in for a show!"
Hei Meng was the He Meng Clan's greatest pillar of support. His personal intervention carried extraordinary significance. In truth, the members of the Alien Race and Immortal Realm cultivators who frequented the Blazing Maple Forest all had seasoned eyes. Judging by the thunderous means Luo Zheng had used to kill Kong Hou, he certainly qualified to contend with Wu Meng. But some of them thought of Hei Meng, that invincible
monster, and still held little hope for Luo Zheng.
They had not expected Wu Meng to act so decisively, summoning Hei Meng without even exchanging blows with Luo Zheng.
Hei Meng's venomous, snake-like stare made Luo Zheng somewhat uncomfortable. He returned the same look and said with a faint smile, "What? Aren't you going to try persuading me again?"
"I don't waste my time on such dull things," Hei Meng said.
His voice was exceedingly dry, like sun-scorched clods of earth scraping against each other, with a rasp woven into its parched sound.
"I like fighting," Hei Meng continued before Luo Zheng could respond. "Unfortunately, I've become too powerful. There used to be no opponent in the Blazing Maple Forest worthy of my attention. Now that one has