Whether it was true or not remained unknown for now. The low-profile Seven Star Tower had not acknowledged the claim either, but there was no doubting that genius's terrifying talent. He did not possess a Special Physique, yet he was better than one.
This man was also hailed as the inheritor beneath the starry sky. For a time, people within the Seven Star Tower had considered him a Peerless Prodigy with hopes of inheriting the title of Star Emperor.
Given this man's monstrous talent, barring any mishap, after all these years—and with the restrictions and suppression of heaven and earth now lifted—reaching the Grandmaster realm should have been inevitable.
And with his peerless gifts, if he had cultivated Grandmaster martial arts, he might not have been as monstrous as Meng Zhao, but he would still have been an astonishingly gifted figure. His combat strength would not have been weak.
If it had been an ordinary spar, Meng Zhao would have been interested in crossing hands with him, to see whether his Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Art was truly an unparalleled divine art or merely an empty name.
But Meng Zhao had no such intention when it came to a fight to the death. It was not that he feared the man; there was simply no need to provoke him.
Meng Zhao's mentality now was increasingly that of a conqueror, a leader. So long as it did not hinder his martial progress, he preferred to prioritize building up his power. Only then could a virtuous cycle take shape, allowing both himself and his forces to grow ever stronger.
Moreover, as one of the great powers standing alongside the Nine Surnames, a martial Sacred Land, the Seven Star Tower could not possibly possess only one such genius. Its foundations and vast resources