"Hahaha, you were certainly generous, handing over the Divine Might Army just like that. Yet Si Peng and the others have already joined my side. The tide is with me; even if Commander Bai came in person, I would not fear him, much less four puppets like you.
Enough nonsense. Whatever tricks you have, use them. Let Meng see just how formidable the support Commander Bai relies on truly is."
With a crack, Meng Zhao pressed the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket to the ground once more, one hand braced at his waist. Purple light flooded his eyes, and his black-violet hair fluttered in the mountain wind. Yet his features were wholly shrouded by an incomparably powerful air of dominance and Killing Intent. Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a true dragon raising its head from within him, with no trace of a human form left.
Only now did Si Peng and the others truly understand that although Meng Zhao appeared young and had made his name across the Divine Land as a prodigy, he himself was already an overwhelmingly domineering powerhouse, fully capable of contending with the very pinnacle of the age!
In the eyes of people like them, Commander Bai had been bestowed with an immense halo. Their actions were therefore heavily restrained; they had always felt Commander Bai was unfathomable, that no matter how much they thought things through, they would still be controlled by him.
Meng Zhao was different. He was not merely young and hot-blooded; he possessed the confidence of one invincible. In his eyes, Commander Bai was only an opponent, not some demon god who could never be defeated. Naturally, he had nothing to fear.
With that being the case, how could a few mere contingencies left behind by Commander Bai make a tyrant like Meng