Si Peng watched this scene and sighed softly. He knew that Su Hongtu had likely crossed the hardest hurdle of his life.
Now that bitterness had given way to sweetness and his martial strength had surged, there was likely no one in this valley who could stand against him.
But for people like them, who had once been allies and later withdrawn, things had become awkward indeed.
"Envoy Si, there is no need to sigh. I reckon Xiang Qing must still have another move to restrain Su Hongtu. Let us wait and see."
Seeing Su Hongtu awaken and the wound in his chest heal within an extremely short time, Meng Zhao knew that this Evil Weapon Limit Break had finally entered its latter half. The moment for him to make his move was not far off, so his words inevitably carried a sharp edge he had kept concealed in the past.
Si Peng turned back to study Meng Zhao in surprise. The young man's appearance was clearly unchanged, yet he differed from his former wise and gentle self. There was now an indescribable dominance and fierceness between his brows. Si Peng could not help but tense slightly as he said,
"Why do you say that? That Rain Falling Arrow should have been Xiang Qing's final measure. Even that arrow could do nothing to Su Hongtu. Xiang Qing has likely exhausted every trick in the book—what other move could he possibly have?"
Meng Zhao smiled and pointed at Su Hongtu, who stood on the ritual altar in the valley, horrifying and monstrous.
"Envoy Si, have you forgotten? Earlier, when Xiang Qing was brimming with confidence and persuading Mo Li, he said that from the moment Su Hongtu conceived the idea of carrying out the Evil Weapon Limit Break, its failure had