Thus, Meng Zhao used the Purple Origin Dragon Body to cultivate the Supreme Scripture Method, forging the strongest foundation and advancing into the grandmaster martial path. Now, he could be called one of the strongest on the Divine Continent, able to contend with top experts renowned throughout the land for decades—and even defeat them.
Meng Yuanqiao sucked in a cold breath. Having received Meng Zhao's confirmation, he not only failed to feel relieved, but was even more shocked. By now, he knew that the person before him was not a member of his own family, but someone born a beggar who had practiced martial arts for only four short years.
Four years to become a grandmaster—and with cultivation so profound that even he could not see through it.
Could this man be the reincarnation of some great power, or a god descended to the mortal world?
Yet this emotion quickly faded away, replaced by even greater expectations for Meng Zhao.
He pointed at Zhao Hun, who could not move at all but faced the two of them, and said,
"Do you recognize this man?"
Meng Zhao nodded. His gaze was calm and distant as he sighed.
"I do. He is likely from the Plainclothes Alliance. I wonder how Senior managed to capture him?"
He truly found it baffling. Zhao Hun was as slippery as an eel; time and again, he had wanted to kill the man, thoroughly eliminate this future trouble, cement his identity as Meng Zhao, and ensure that no one could ever threaten him again.
Yet although Zhao Hun's martial arts were not particularly impressive, he was extremely sharp. From time to time, he would reveal traces of himself, only for them to be so vague that Meng Zhao could never catch him. Their grudge had always remained