But with the power he currently wielded, it was truly difficult for him to contend with Meng Zhao, leaving him utterly helpless.
Then he reconsidered. Perhaps he could not do it himself, but Mu Yi was both an Imperial Sui descendant and possessed many mysterious traits. It was clear his fortune soared to the heavens; within Lishou Mountain, nothing could stand in his way. If he also received the martial support of their side, they might not be unable to stand against Meng Zhao.
After all, Mr. Yue was a martial arts powerhouse at the Grandmaster level. Even if he was no match for him, he could still maneuver around him and hold him off for a while.
By then, if Mu Yi could subdue the Hidden Dragon Vein, together with Mr. Yue, they might not be unable to overwhelm Meng Zhao.
This showed just how imposing Meng Zhao had become. Even someone of Third Young Master Bai's background and temperament feared him like a tiger; that alone spoke volumes.
Hearing Meng Zhao speak thus, Yu Daoist was left tongue-tied as well. Mainly, he did not know how to respond. Trading verbal barbs was useless—whether he provoked the other party or flattered him, it seemed incapable of changing the course of events.
Actually making a move and using force against Meng Zhao was even more a fantasy. Across the entire Northern Lands, who did not know how formidable Meng Zhao was? His prestige could be said to press close to that of the older generation among the Ten Absolute Masters of the World. In the Northern Lands, he was at the height of his power. Competing in martial strength with such a figure, one might die without even knowing how.
In the end, he placed all his hopes on Mu