Dragon King, Meng Zhao—these four words seemed to carry a profound magic. The instant they left his lips, the valley fell deathly silent.
The tense, frozen atmosphere made everyone afraid even to breathe. Only the faint, intermittent pounding of hearts could be heard.
Even Xu Fei, Luo Ning, and Xiang Qing, all of whom had been severely injured by Meng Zhao in succession, raised their brows and stared blankly at the handsome, elegant young man of extraordinary bearing, somewhat lost in thought.
Meng Zhao smiled. Since he had already acted and had never intended to conceal his martial attainments, he naturally did not care that his identity had been exposed. He nodded and praised, "What wisdom. Your guess hit the bull's-eye; you were not wrong in the slightest. Then take another guess—will I kill you today?"
His voice was smiling, without the slightest trace of killing intent, yet an icy chill instantly shrouded the hearts of everyone present, leaving them flustered and helpless.
The reason was simple. With the divine skills Meng Zhao had displayed today, killing them did not seem difficult at all.
It sounded terrifying and dreadful, but that was indeed the truth, beyond dispute.
More terrifying still, they could not find even the slightest possibility of resistance. Even the Innate Five Elements Annihilation Grand Array formed by the combined efforts of the Four Holy Envoys had gone limp—where could they possibly find the chance to contend against Meng Zhao?
Even Mo Li vaguely felt some regret. If he had not followed Commander Bai's orders and Backstabbed Su Hongtu, then with the vast power Su Hongtu had wielded after refining the evil weapon into his body, he might not have been unable to deal with Meng Zhao.
With two tigers battling each other, small fry like them would