As he spoke the final sentence, a grim, icy gleam burst from Meng Zhao's violet pupils. Killing Aura flooded the room, making the spacious chamber far colder and more sinister. An invisible force spread outward, as though he were a divine king who shaped all living things and held the power of life and death in his grasp.
Beitang He held an exalted status, but his strength was not particularly outstanding. Faced with Meng Zhao's terrifying killing intent, he felt faintly afraid. His hands clenched tightly and his eyelashes trembled. Had he not cultivated his bearing and composure over many years, Meng Zhao might have frightened him into a panicked mess already.
This was not the first time he had witnessed Meng Zhao's prowess, but it was indeed the first time he had faced Meng Zhao's killing intent head-on.
He even had a feeling—a powerful feeling—that if Meng Zhao wanted to kill him, even all the experts of the County King's Mansion, including that imperial clansman grandmaster, might not be able to protect him.
Hiss, just what level has this man's martial arts reached? How can he put me under such enormous pressure? Even that imperial elder of mine is inferior to him.
Meng Zhao quickly withdrew his killing intent. He was not some feeble martial artist incapable of reining in his own murderous aura. He had acted this way because he intended to give Beitang He a warning.
Within arm's reach, one man could stand against an entire nation. Beitang He was not even an emperor; if he dared play any tricks, Meng Zhao would have no difficulty killing him, so long as he was willing to pay the corresponding price.
"Forgive me, Heir Apparent. Meng was somewhat agitated. But everything I said is reality. If you and I