"Hey, Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King—what a grand reputation, and what a grand tone. He actually dared demand that I give him an explanation.
By daring to collude with those from the Demon Venerable Hall, he had already offended my Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
I merely sent people to burn a few ships; that was already giving this Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King face.
He wanted an explanation? Fine. Tell him to come speak to me in person!"
The Yellow Springs Holy Son's domineering aura overflowed. He did not place Meng Zhao in his eyes at all. Or rather, he wanted to use this opportunity to meet—and test himself against—Meng Zhao, the young martial artist hailed across the Divine Continent as one of the Peerless Twin Prodigies, the very ceiling of his generation.
Weren't you formidable? Weren't you overbearing? A fight would naturally reveal true gold in blazing fire.
And the Yellow Springs Holy Son's intentions were not difficult to guess.
Not to mention a clever man like Peach Blossom Scholar—even the two Protectors, who seemed none too sharp, understood their Holy Son's true purpose.
They were merely a few insignificant people. As long as they were handed over, an old grudge could be settled. Was it worth becoming enemies with a tyrant like Meng Zhao?
It was not worth it. Besides, they were the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, people of the Demonic Path. They did not value human lives.
Moreover, Meng Zhao was a tyrant with limitless potential, like the rising morning sun, with no end in sight.
The Yellow Springs Holy Son had deliberately seized upon this matter to draw Meng Zhao here to seek him out, and then fight him.
After all, Meng Zhao's identity was unusual. He was surrounded by a great