Of course, although Meng Zhao's domineering actions had a credible explanation, letting people know that he would not strike at the many forces within the city without cause, the impact they brought was nonetheless incomparably far-reaching.
The key was not whether he would do such a thing, but that he possessed the ability to do it. That alone was enough to affect the entirety of Lingwu City.
From within and beyond the city, forces great and small—from princes down to common runners—had all gained a fairly clear understanding of Meng Zhao's martial arts. He had truly transcended the ordinary and entered sainthood, already possessing something of the bearing of ancient Gods and Devils.
It was difficult to imagine him striking out with his palms from afar, attacking two places separated by such a great distance.
Those massive hands that propped up the heavens and shook the earth possessed boundless might. With a mere gesture, they could erase an enormous stretch of land, along with the forces and experts within it. His aura covered the firmament, his dominance reigned over the universe; in this age, perhaps only a scant few could contend with him.
Moreover, the Jianghu Martial Arts World of Lingwu, both righteous and demonic paths alike, shared a consensus: Meng Zhao might have spent only a short time cultivating in the Grandmaster Realm, but his attainments were absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary Grandmasters, even veteran Grandmasters. He had truly earned the name of an unparalleled master, with peerless combat strength.
Some even believed that, compared with the renowned Ten Absolute Masters of the World, Meng Zhao might not necessarily be unable to defeat them.
What absolute strength brought was absolute threat, and an oppression that could not be questioned.
To give a simple example, even Prince Yanping Beitang