The battle had ended so abruptly that even Meng Zhao himself was somewhat surprised. Then he shook his head and smiled.
By his own estimation, relying on his current Martial Dao alone, he likely would not have been able to deal with the Yu Family youth possessed by Di Ku's divine consciousness.
Even though he had struck that punch with divine clarity, it had only been an exception.
Perhaps after careful study and cultivation, he could make every move like that, but at the very least, he could not do so yet.
Thus, Meng Zhao had originally thought that he might need to use Evil Calamity or the Emperor Yu Battle Armor to truly settle the outcome.
There was nothing shameful about that. At first, he had wanted to learn secretly from his opponent and take the essence of his Martial Dao to strengthen himself. Later, however, they had become true life-and-death enemies, and he would use every means at his disposal.
Besides, his opponent was Di Ku. Who knew whether he might suddenly erupt and kill him in an instant?
Yet unexpectedly, Di Ku's divine consciousness seemed to hold him in high regard—and had even praised him.
Thus, the battle did not continue. Di Ku's divine consciousness withdrew from the Yu Family youth's body, creating a fleeting opening.
Meng Zhao was one of the very few people in the present age who possessed both cultivation talent and combat talent, and had brought both to the absolute peak.
Although at the beginning, he had not been a combat genius at all, but rather a fool, after awakening the Purple Origin Dragon Body, battle had become his instinct—an instinct as natural as eating and drinking, comparable to the sound-system God of War, Qiao Feng.
Afterward, he had continuously tempered himself and