Meng Zhao had already mastered the True Dragon Profound Dao. His foundations were unmatched, rare throughout all ages, and he did not fear a Grandmaster.
After all, through his Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, he could see that this man had been gravely wounded in his battle against the Pudu Cult Master. His injuries had yet to heal, so just how much fighting strength he retained was difficult to say.
Moreover, he firmly believed that this man had not come knocking for no reason. Based on what he had learned from Cao Zhan, there had to be a Grandmaster of the Meng Family secretly protecting them.
Thinking it through further, for Zhou Wangqiao to find his way here without being driven off by that Meng Family Grandmaster, the two sides could only have met already and perhaps even reached some sort of understanding.
Zhou Wangqiao's current display, brimming with killing intent, was nothing more than a posture meant to secure an advantageous position in the negotiations and thereby fight for greater benefits. A simple tactic, but an effective one.
But that was only if it could frighten someone. Meng Zhao feared nothing, and his words gave even the scheming old fox Zhou Wangqiao a headache.
"Dragon King Meng, even if my art is imperfect, it is still a divine skill capable of reaching the Celestial Being realm, comparable to the inherited ultimate art of the present Beitang Imperial Clan. Do you think I would hand it over so easily?"
Those words did carry some weight. He had directly placed the Demon Luo Incarnation Blood Soul True Scripture on the same level as the Ziwei World-Shining Art of the Great Yong Imperial Clan, raising the value of this technique.
After all, no matter how arrogant one might be, no one could call