The Yellow Springs Holy Son had his flaws, but he also had his strengths. Once he fixed his sights on something, he would steadfastly walk that path to the end. Whether that was a strength or a flaw was hard to say, but his inability to navigate worldly affairs or read the room was plainly a shortcoming.
For instance, at this very moment, he was so certain that Wu Huaien of the Heartless Path could not possibly succeed in assassinating Meng Zhao.
Though he was speaking of how formidable and extraordinary Meng Zhao was, how worthy he was of the title Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King, was that not also a slight against Wu Huaien?
Otherwise, no matter how powerful Meng Zhao was, he ought not to have been able to escape Wu Huaien's assassination.
Naturally, Wu Huaien, whose heart was not particularly broad, saw his expression shift slightly, a trace of killing intent seeping through his icy gaze.
"Oh? You are merely an Innate Martial Artist. Even if you possess some secrets of your physique, how could you understand the wondrous path of a Grandmaster? And how can you be so certain that Meng Zhao has a trump card capable of withstanding my assassination?"
Though he had severed the seven emotions, he still possessed joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure. Emotions such as displeasure and rage were even more intense in him than in ordinary people. At this moment, he felt an indescribable disgust and hatred for this Yellow Springs Holy Son.
The other man's contempt for him was secondary. More importantly, he had denied the Grandmaster martial path for which Wu Huaien had given everything.
In Wu Huaien's heart, a Grandmaster's advantage over an Innate Martial Artist was an invincible crushing force. It was a qualitative gap,