Meng Zhao's entire body seemed shrouded in a layer of purple aura. The aura took the shape of dragon scales, and amid their dazzling colors radiated an air of majesty that cowed all beneath Heaven. It remained utterly unmoved by the killing pressure of a Grandmaster.
Beitang He was startled at the sight. Meng Zhao's methods were far more formidable than he had imagined.
A Grandmaster's probing attack had been so easily defused by Meng Zhao, fully revealing just how formidable he was.
Peach Blossom Scholar and Mad Fist, meanwhile, had personally witnessed the Yellow Springs Holy Son tear apart Grandmaster Combat Power. They were only mildly surprised.
Perhaps Meng Zhao had not even used his true skills yet!
After all, he was the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King. In terms of renown, he utterly eclipsed the Yellow Springs Holy Son.
Moreover, that Unmelting Bone Holy Son had once praised Meng Zhao lavishly. Even when facing Wu Huaien, he had argued on solid grounds that his assassination of Meng Zhao could never succeed.
With such a premise and their expectations already prepared, the two men's reactions were only to be expected.
Even Wu Huaien was shaken by how calmly Meng Zhao had resolved the pressure of his aura, his thoughts becoming a tangled mess.
One moment, he thought, This brat seems to have relied on some true qi technique to resist and dissolve the pressure of my aura. Yet upon closer inspection, this aura barrier does not seem connected to true qi at all. It is purely formed from some kind of Martial Dao Will combined with a mysterious power. Could it be this brat's Special Physique, the power of his bloodline?
The next moment, he thought, *If I retreat now, perhaps I can still preserve my reputation.