So long as Mr. Yue, this Grandmaster-level expert, was not utterly unstoppable, Gan Mingfeng could still add flowers to the brocade. After all, not only had his injuries healed, but he had also undergone some change that he could not tell was a hidden danger or a blessing. His cultivation had greatly increased, and his strength had surged enough to offer some assistance.
Third Young Master Bai gave Mu Yi a cold glance. This man was the most mysterious and had behaved in the most unexpected manner. His martial arts were secondary; what truly made Third Young Master Bai wary was that within Lishou Mountain, Mu Yi had turned danger into safety and encountered no peril whatsoever.
How should one put it? Even the strong feared cheaters with hacks. Those with hacks simply did not play by the rules.
"Master Yue, how certain are you that you can capture these four here?"
The Golden Palace was right before his eyes. Third Young Master Bai would not allow any mishap now. He had already paid so much and such a great price. If someone else picked his peaches, he would not even have a place to cry.
"Only sixty percent. Third Young Master, you must understand: although I have cultivated Grandmaster martial arts and can crush ordinary Innate Martial Artists like ants, I fear that they may possess Trump Cards—even means capable of deciding the battle and killing me with a single strike. We must guard against that.
"In my view, now is not yet the time to fall out with them. Nor is the Golden Palace an easy place to explore.
"Still, if Third Young Master truly wishes to suppress and kill them all, I will naturally give it my all."
Compared to Meng Zhao's domineering strength and confidence, Mr.