Hell Path still intended to retaliate, and Meng Zhao would certainly strike back. If the two sides refused to let matters rest, Lingwu City would likely become a battlefield.
Thus, Lingwu City was now abuzz. The leaders of forces great and small were all considering which side they should stand with—or, at the very least, how to maintain their own neutrality and avoid getting involved.
The reason was simple: neither side was easy to provoke.
Meng Zhao was General Yangwu, commanding sixty thousand troops of the Yangwu Army. He held immense authority in Lingwu City, covering the sky with one hand. Moreover, forces large and small throughout Lingwu City were the original shareholders of the Yangwu Prefectural Army. Everyone had interests tied up in it, and none could afford to offend him.
Hell Path was an even greater headache. They dared to provoke even Meng Zhao, let alone a pack of little shrimp who could only throw their weight around within the city?
After all, it was one of the foremost powers of the present-day Demonic Path, with deep foundations and a long inheritance. Even the top three families of Lingwu City would not dare openly make trouble with Hell Path.
They could squeeze the affiliated forces of the Thirteen Families because the Thirteen Families belonged to the righteous path, where rules existed. The Thirteen Families had to act according to the rules of the game and could not overstep them.
Hell Path was different. It was a bona fide dark faction, Unrestrained and Lawless, with no distinction between meat and vegetables.
Thus, they were unwilling to offend it either.
The common people at the bottom of Lingwu City were also deeply uneasy, terrified that the two sides would go to war and that ordinary folk like them would suffer