Wu Huaien's words left everyone present stunned. They could all see that Meng Zhao's martial arts were exceptionally profound, but none of them believed he had used methods beyond the scope of the Innate Realm. If that was the case, how could he be said to have entered the martial path of a Grandmaster?
Yet Wu Huaien was a bona fide Grandmaster Realm expert. His intuition was keen, and he would not speak without cause. Since he had said so, he must have had a corresponding degree of certainty.
Could it be that the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King had truly cultivated the martial path of a Grandmaster and become one of Divine Land's supreme experts?
For a time, countless gazes fell upon Meng Zhao, tangled with doubt, shock, confusion, delight, fear, and emotions too complex to describe. Only Meng Zhao remained unmoved, his expression calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds, without the slightest trace of self-satisfaction.
Was Wu Huaien right?
Of course he was. It was reality. Not only had Meng Zhao cultivated the martial path of a Grandmaster, but his refinement and exploration within the Grandmaster Realm far surpassed Wu Huaien's. He was a true peak Grandmaster, only a hair's breadth away from a Great Grandmaster.
However, Wu Huaien had not truly discerned that Meng Zhao's methods were so formidable. He had merely followed his own line of thought, inferred this possibility, and used it to probe Meng Zhao.
To be honest, Wu Huaien was deeply apprehensive as well. If Meng Zhao had not cultivated the martial path of a Grandmaster, he would still have the courage to clash head-on with him in a bloody battle. Perhaps he could cut Meng Zhao down and complete Hell Path's commissioned task.
But if Meng Zhao truly had