Of course, if one examined it closely, all the trouble Meng Zhao faced today had been brought upon himself.
It had all begun when he instructed Zhou Wangqiao to assassinate Ninth Prince Beitang Shu and frame members of the Demonic Path, leading to Meng Jizu commanding an army to surround and kill a Hell Path Grandmaster.
Only afterward did the Hell Path come to hate the Meng Family to the bone, seeking revenge by setting its sights on Meng Zhao, the Meng Family's foremost figure.
And only then did the tangled, complicated conflict between Meng Zhao and the Hell Path arise.
Naturally, Meng Zhao had no desire to waste his precious time and energy on the Hell Path. There was little to gain from it, which was why he wanted to resolve this trouble once and for all.
In his view, there were no more than two possible outcomes for settling the grudges between himself and the Hell Path.
First, the two sides could engage in a life-or-death contest and fight with all their strength. As long as one side was utterly wiped out, their enmity would naturally come to an abrupt end. Otherwise, they would have to keep fighting.
Second, both sides could take a step back, and the skies and seas would stretch boundless before them. They could shake hands and make peace, or at the very least stop targeting one another with underhanded schemes.
Though Meng Zhao was confident and knew that he commanded immense forces and boundless wealth, he did not dare guarantee that he would certainly win if he fought the Hell Path to the end. Even if he won, it would be a miserable victory—wounding the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred himself. It was not worth it.
Thus, he was more