Meng Zhao's importance had proven no less than Peng Haibing's, which was why Min Tao and Wu Chen's attitudes had changed—from initially resenting Peng Haibing's withdrawal midway through, to now hoping he would leave. Times had changed.
Since that was the case, with Meng Zhao present and Peng Haibing injured besides—also someone entitled to a large share of the spoils—driving him out to secure greater benefits for themselves was only natural.
Seeing Min Tao give him no face at all and openly tear down his position, while Wu Chen looked eager to make a move, Peng Haibing's heart sank. He turned instead to Gan Mingfeng and Meng Zhao.
If he wanted to stay, gaining those two men's support was his only slim possibility. But he had neither kinship nor friendship with Gan Mingfeng or Meng Zhao—why would they help him?
For a moment, wicked thoughts rose in his heart again. Better to kill them all here, then seek another opportunity.
Indeed, something unusual had happened to Peng Haibing. Thinking it over carefully, it had begun during the Beast Tide, when he had carelessly allowed a little mouse to bite through the skin on his shoulder.
It sounded utterly absurd. A little mouse had pierced the Body Protecting Gang Qi of an Innate Limit expert, and one especially skilled in defensive arts at that. There was clearly something wrong with it. It was certainly no ordinary mouse, perhaps not even an ordinary ferocious beast.
At first, Peng Haibing had worried that he had contracted some sort of virus. Yet as certain information entered his mind and changes occurred in his cultivation, he came to understand that he had truly stumbled upon immense fortune and gained a heaven-sent opportunity.
That little mouse was indeed no mundane creature. It had been strengthened by