Yet Meng Zhao knew that, in truth, he had lost that exchange.
Faced with that fist force that encompassed the four seas and vented the spirit within one's chest, his mind had been seized. Instinctively, he had poured all his inner power into it, driving the Dragon Taming Art with incomparably robust true qi, without the slightest suppression or restraint.
And as had been said before, the Yu Family youth, now possessed by the divine consciousness within the mask, had lost the ability to command Worldly Power.
Thus, he possessed only a martial realm equivalent to the Innate Realm. His inner power and vital blood were both merely at the level of the Yu Family youth.
Meng Zhao's foundation and true qi stood as far apart from those of the Yu Family youth as heaven and abyss—a tremendous gap.
Thus, in that exchange between peers, Meng Zhao's move against the divine consciousness suspected to be Di Ku's had fallen far short of the other's vast and terrifying Martial Intent, as well as its profound purity.
He had defeated him in strength—the one defeated was the Yu Family youth—but not in intent. What he could not overcome was Di Ku's fist intent.
Though he was most unwilling to admit it, that was the truth.
Of course, Meng Zhao was not discouraged. Losing to Di Ku was nothing shameful. Besides, he had not yet reached his own ultimate state. If, in the future, he attained the Dao of the Divine Demon Supreme Being, then turned back and wielded Innate Martial Dao with the will of Gods and Devils, he would naturally sweep aside all who stood in his way, unmatched beneath heaven.
Moreover, this brief exchange had instead allowed him to see clearly how the path to a higher level should be