"Martial Grandmaster, your martial arts may be peerless enough to suppress Meng Zhao with ease.
However, Meng Zhao is General Yangwu. He often remains at the heart of his army, guarded by experts as numerous as clouds.
Even a Martial Grandmaster might not be able to cut through those defenses and take Meng Zhao's head from amid ten thousand troops!"
"Moreover, I believe Martial Grandmaster knows that Earl of Nan'an, Meng Jizu, used a mere ten thousand soldiers to wipe out a Martial Grandmaster from Hell Path. There must have been some great hidden secret involved—perhaps some military secret art.
Meng Zhao is likewise a direct descendant of the Meng Family, and he has sixty thousand troops at his side. Martial Grandmaster, are you not afraid of following in that Hell Path grandmaster's footsteps?"
With just a few words, Peach Blossom Scholar knocked Wu Huaien's arrogance straight into the dust. At the same time, he silently dissolved the other man's chilling killing intent, replacing it with a measure of gravity.
Wu Huaien was certainly an arrogant man. Especially after stepping into the realm of Martial Grandmaster, he had slain countless foes without ever encountering an equal.
But that did not mean he was brainless. A man with no brains could not cultivate to the realm of Martial Grandmaster.
On the contrary, Peach Blossom Scholar's latter remark particularly concerned him. Meng Zhao might well have inherited the military secret art used by Meng Jizu; he might truly repeat the fate of that Hell Path grandmaster.
Meng Jizu was also a name he had heard so often recently that his ears had grown calluses.
That man's brilliant accomplishments left him utterly baffled.
Personally, if he could not win, escaping would not be difficult. Though an army might have great numbers, it could