Moreover, to be fair, Meng Zhao greatly admired this bald brute's martial arts. Though the man had not made a move, that did not prevent Meng Zhao from sensing his terrifying nature through his aura.
A more vivid way to describe him would be a smaller-scale Gebhu Dharma King—the powerhouse of the Pudu Cult. With his Dragon Elephant Golden Body, he was unbelievably tough. He had clashed head-on with Meng Zhao for a long while before ultimately suffering a narrow defeat. He was among the very best of the top experts in the Innate Realm.
This bald brute gave Meng Zhao a feeling very similar to Gebhu Dharma King. His hard martial arts were immensely formidable, so ordinary martial artists often found themselves helpless against him. He was like a turtle shell that could not be cracked; not only could they not break through his defense, they had to guard against his heavy strikes as well. Inevitably, they became hesitant and restrained, unable to bring even seventy or eighty percent of their strength into play.
Of course, Gebhu Dharma King had already been defeated by Meng Zhao. Moreover, time had passed, and Meng Zhao's martial arts had improved greatly. This man was even less of a concern. At most, he could be called a rarely seen powerhouse among ordinary Innate experts.
"What is it? You seem quite afraid of that bald man. Do you know him?"
After mentally assessing the man's martial arts, Meng Zhao used Secret Voice Transmission to ask Ji Rushuang.
He could clearly sense that something was wrong with the woman's emotions. He was also curious why the object stirring her feelings was not the Dan Chi Clan men, but rather the opposing bald brute.
Without Ji Rushuang realizing it, an invisible Energy Wall had already isolated