After asking that, Si Peng shook his head with a bitter laugh. He had been too deeply afraid of Commander Bai; he had actually failed to see even something so obvious. How laughable.
If Meng Zhao truly were Commander Bai's man, why would he deliberately reveal the Heaven-shaking, Ghost-weeping power of this evil weapon?
He should have done everything possible to conceal it and keep everyone from learning the truth.
Meng Zhao smiled without directly answering. Instead, he said,
"Rather than dwelling on who I am or where I come from, why not focus on the present and work out a feasible solution?
How are we to subdue this evil weapon? With Qiu Lian dead, Commander Bai's plans have also gone awry. This may not be your opportunity."
Meng Zhao was also studying the problem of the evil weapon. This thing was exceedingly sinister, and its power was formidable. Though confident, he was not arrogant; he had no wish to capsize in a gutter.
Xu Fei fiercely swung his great iron spear. It howled through the air, leaving layers of spear shadows in its wake. With his eyes wide in fury, he said,
"Bullshit. You're holding the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket—how are we supposed to subdue the evil weapon? Hand over that Battle Casket at once, or regardless of your background, you won't have a good ending today."
He looked rough and imposing, but he was not by nature a rash man. Yet the evil weapon was too important, and he simply could not suppress what was in his heart. His gaze was cold and his expression severe as a thread of tyrannical, piercing killing intent swept toward Meng Zhao.
If Meng Zhao insisted on keeping the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket in his hands, he would surely become the target