"Jian Si, are you saying there's a way to make Meng Zhao clash with another powerful faction?"
In an instant, Zhen Cheng thought of many feasible schemes: secretly fanning the flames, or framing someone through a conspiracy, causing Meng Zhao and some powerful faction to develop friction and conflict, until they fought to the death and fulfilled their mission.
But one point had to be considered carefully. Those great factions would not become enemies with Meng Zhao for no reason. Even if they wished to fan the flames or frame someone, they needed the opportunity to do so.
Take Hell Path. Though it was a Demonic Path faction, there was no doubt about its deep foundations and strength. It had standing across the entire Divine Continent.
Yet it was precisely such a faction that, after a fierce clash with Meng Zhao, still chose to temporarily yield.
From this, it was clear that the deterrence of Meng Zhao and the Meng Family was not something an ordinary faction could shake.
"That's right. And this faction absolutely cannot be a Demonic Path force like Hell Path. The Demonic Path already has a poor reputation. In today's world, only the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families have the ability to deal with Meng Zhao, and would also care about their reputation enough to be forced to hold firm, lest they become the laughingstock of others."
Hell Path's forbearance had been surprising, yet on careful thought, it was perfectly reasonable. After all, it faced not only Meng Zhao alone, but the entirety of the righteous path of the Divine Continent. Seen that way, retreating three paces was not difficult to understand.
Luo Peng and Zhen Cheng's eyes shone with excitement. This truly was an unexpected delight. The Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families might not necessarily