Meng Zhao could not understand it. His reputation now spanned the Divine Land and Great Yong's martial world—who had not heard of him, who did not know his name?
In the Innate Realm, no one dared claim they could certainly defeat him. Not even Shen Tianci would dare say such a thing.
That fellow who had lucked into the Heartless Path inheritance was, at most, in the Innate Realm. What did he have to contend with Meng Zhao?
Had he stumbled upon a little fortune and gotten carried away, thinking himself invincible beneath the heavens?
By comparison, it would be more reliable for the Hell Path to dispatch experts themselves. At the very least, they would not need to pay any so-called price, and the chance of success would be greater.
After all, it was one of the current Three Paths, with foundations unimaginably deep. It might possess more than one Grandmaster; sending another to exact vengeance would hardly be anything strange.
The Beitang father and son froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something. They both shook their heads and exchanged a glance before Beitang He said,
"Brother Meng, I fear you have it wrong. That man wiped out the small southern clan more than three years ago.
Over these past three years, rebellions in the south have risen one after another and have never been effectively contained, so news from there has been relatively blocked.
According to the intelligence I currently possess, a year ago, he slaughtered every member of his own family, along with his friends and family, and successfully stepped into the Grandmaster Realm. Under employment by the Rebel Army, he then carried out numerous assassinations against the commanders and generals of Great Yong's suppression forces, playing no small role.
However, the higher-ups have kept