Though his injuries were not serious, the Yellow Springs Holy Son's confidence had suffered a heavy blow. His previous arrogance had naturally vanished, leaving only deep wariness toward the martial path of Grandmasters, along with boundless curiosity about Meng Jizu.
How had such an overwhelmingly powerful figure been successfully surrounded and slain by an army?
Moreover, he carefully assessed the enhancement the Unyielding Bone Physique granted his combat power. Though it allowed him to rival ordinary Grandmaster Combat Power, the expenditure was considerable. Short battles were manageable, but if the pace of battle dragged on, he might very well collapse without even being defeated.
Furthermore, if an expert on Wu Huaien's level truly developed killing intent and unleashed a killing move, he would most likely still be unable to withstand it—just like that strike moments ago.
A Grandmaster was indeed an entirely new level and realm of martial cultivation, utterly beyond comparison with an Innate Martial Artist. If not for his Special Physique and the support of his Bloodline Divine Abilities, he would not even have been able to contend with the power of an ordinary Grandmaster.
It was precisely because he had personally experienced the true combat power of a Grandmaster that he began to doubt and waver in his own intuition, wondering whether he had truly been mistaken.
Could Meng Zhao really escape Wu Huaien's assassination?
When facing Wu Huaien's killing move, he had borrowed the power of his two Dao Protectors and only barely managed to block it.
And even with Trump Cards still in hand, he could only barely protect himself. If he fell into a pursuit, the outcome would remain uncertain. Under such circumstances, Meng Zhao likely could not withstand a Grandmaster of this caliber either.
Yet the more he thought this way, the stronger