In truth, Meng Zhao had deliberately held back, afraid of killing Xu Fei, the guard general, in a single blow and throwing the Divine Might Army into turmoil, making it harder for him to take control.
Otherwise, the true qi cultivated from the incomparably tyrannical Heavenly Capital Imperial Dragon Ziwei Scripture alone would have been enough to tear him apart alive, leaving not even bones behind, rather than merely seriously injuring him.
As for Xu Fei's spear technique and martial arts, they were certainly formidable. Flying Dragon Probes the Head was a representative move of momentum-based martial arts, possessing the might to subdue an enemy without fighting. Ordinary martial artists had to avoid its edge, while even experts had to rack their brains to withstand it. Only the strongest among the strong, meeting strength with strength, could suppress it.
Yet for someone like Meng Zhao, who shattered its overwhelming momentum with a flick of his finger, then casually grabbed and snapped the iron spearhead before counterattacking Xu Fei, there were very few in the same realm capable of such a feat.
This was also inseparably related to how Meng Zhao's martial path aligned with that of a true dragon. In his eyes, Flying Dragon Probes the Head possessed only the dragon's form, not its essence. It had shape but no spirit; its flaws lay exposed before his eyes. How could he fail to break it with ease?
Practicing dragon-path martial arts before him was like wielding an axe before Ban's gate.
Moreover, though Xu Fei's great iron spear was not a divine weapon, it was still a top-grade human-tier weapon. Its material was special, its texture exceptionally hard and tough. It had always pierced through or smashed apart other weapons—when had it ever been snapped by someone else?
Only Meng