Martial Grandmasters stood at the pinnacle of the Divine Land's martial world. These guards might possess some martial skill and had occasionally received Meng Zhao's guidance, but their cultivation was still ordinary.
Without Meng Zhao here today, they would not even have been qualified to stand before a Martial Grandmaster. Yet today, they were able to guard such a powerhouse. That could be counted as quite an honor!
The kind they could boast about for the rest of their lives.
After dealing with Wu Huaien, Meng Zhao turned his gaze to Peach Blossom Scholar and Mad Fist.
Of the two, Mad Fist was not particularly important to Meng Zhao. The man was merely a pure martial brute—a villain, a demon who excelled at bullying the weak. Yet when facing a martial overlord like him, he was inwardly terrified instead.
Because Meng Zhao had spared his life, a seed had instead been planted in Mad Fist's heart. He feared Meng Zhao as if he were a god.
Meng Zhao could easily take such a man into his service. Even if he could not be of much use openly, he would make an excellent man for dirty work in the shadows.
Peach Blossom Scholar, on the other hand, was highly regarded by Meng Zhao. Though he did not know much about him, his words and conduct alone showed that he was formidable—not in martial arts, but in temperament and ability.
The most striking point was his audacity. The fact that he had dared to scheme against Beitang He, Wu Huaien, and Meng Zhao all at once said quite a lot.
What did Meng Zhao lack now?
He certainly lacked peerless martial powerhouses, but with himself at the helm, along with a host of geniuses possessing Special Physiques and prodigies of extraordinary talent