Otherwise, asking an Innate Realm Warrior to undertake such a great matter would be no different from sending him to his death.
Meng Zhao's exceptional personal strength and combat power did not mean that Grandmaster martial arts had become commonplace.
On the contrary, it still held a position like nuclear deterrence across the Divine Continent.
Zhou Wangqiao looked at Meng Zhao. Seeing a strange meaning seemingly flicker in his gaze, his heart stirred, and he immediately realized that Meng Zhao was casting a wide net. Whether he caught any fish was another matter, but if he did, it would be pure profit.
Likewise, he understood that his own identity would likely be difficult for Meng Zhao to accept. Even if he were captured after failing and revealed the truth, there would likely be little anyone could do to a man as powerful and well-founded as Meng Zhao.
After a long silence, his heart once again fell into a battle between heaven and man. Should he do this, or not?
If he did, it should benefit him. For instance, he could gain Meng Zhao's trust and generous treatment. From then on, they would be people in the same boat, and he could rely on the Meng Family's strength to help him take revenge or cultivate martial arts.
This was the most crucial point. His entire family had been wiped out. No matter how composed he was within, he could not overcome that hurdle. Survival came first, hatred second—this was the state of his heart at present. Otherwise, he would not have submitted to Meng Zhao even with the body of a Grandmaster.
But it was not without drawbacks. The most immediate was the possibility of a threat to his life. After all, that was a Prince, and a Prince who had