In Meng Zhao's previous life, a great man had once said: "Seek peace through struggle, and peace survives; seek peace through compromise, and peace perishes."
This was a truly incisive observation, one applicable in any world, across all heavens and myriad realms.
This moment was no exception. If the Dan Chi Clan and Indestructible Vajra at the center of the field wished to negotiate peace, they would ultimately have to test each other in battle first. If they could make each other wary, then even if they failed to reach an agreement, it would not be difficult to arrive at a relatively acceptable outcome.
Unfortunately, though the Dan Chi Clan had strength in numbers, before this Indestructible Vajra, they were merely a flock of sheep. How could a lion with sharp claws and fangs fear a herd of soft, tender, and delectable sheep?
"Ji Rushuang, it seems your clansmen are about to suffer. If Geng Pomo makes a move, then despite their numbers, I fear not one of them will escape the slaughter. Have you found out what exactly Geng Pomo is demanding?"
Meng Zhao certainly could not allow Geng Pomo to massacre every Dan Chi tribesman here. He was still counting on these people to guide Ji Rushuang and him to the Dan Chi Clan's main stronghold.
However, he also felt that whatever could tempt an expert like Geng Pomo was perhaps extremely valuable. He wanted to learn the details before making a decision. His schemes ran deep indeed—taking one step while looking three ahead.
Saving people was a necessity, but whether he could gain anything while saving them, and how much he could gain, depended on his own abilities. Meng Zhao considered himself rather skillful in this regard.
Ji Rushuang had not spent long with Meng Zhao, but