Meng Zhao saw that Geng Pomo's fierce aura had somewhat diminished, while his expression instead carried a trace of bewilderment and confusion. Smiling, he said, "It seems the outcome is already plain for all to see. Your Heavenly King is inferior to me—far inferior."
As things stood, the time was ripe for him. The other man's mental will had been shaken; taking him down now would not require much effort, and he could pry open his mouth to obtain the information he wanted.
Without further hesitation, an aura as majestic and sacred as a true dragon's, yet incomparably savage, flashed and vanished.
It struck terror into the heart and crushed the opponent's spirit.
Geng Pomo only felt his entire body go limp. The physical body he had always considered so strong gave him not the slightest sense of security. Instead, he felt like a man unable to swim, drowning in a boundless ocean with neither shore nor bank.
His hands and feet turned icy, his thoughts slowed, and his true qi stagnated. All the terrible conditions he had once inflicted on others now appeared in his own body.
In the blink of an eye, four streams of qi, alternating between cold and heat, shot forth like arrows. They tore sharply through the sky and directly pierced the limbs of Geng Pomo, who stood there dazed and motionless.
Scarlet blood splashed out, hissing onto the white snow and sending up wisps of steam.
The next instant, Geng Pomo collapsed onto the ground. His whole body convulsed, and the intense pain made him completely forget his fear of Meng Zhao. He roared and screamed without end, his body twisting constantly as the frozen earth around him burst apart again and again.
Yet Meng Zhao soon sent out another stream of qi, directly