Peng Haibing's bluntness far exceeded Lu Hou'er's expectations. After all, he had thought that even if the two harbored their own schemes, they would plot in secret. Who would actually speak such words aloud? Would that not be the same as tearing off all pretense?
But he quickly remembered that Peng Haibing had now delved deep into the demonic path and believed in doing whatever his heart desired. Thus, what he thought in his heart and what he said aloud were one and the same.
Still, he understood that this was only because their martial skills were roughly evenly matched, and neither could say with certainty that he could defeat the other—especially now that Peng Haibing had delved deep into the demonic path and seemed to have made progress in his martial arts.
Had it been Meng Zhao instead, even if Peng Haibing had three times the courage, he likely would not have dared take such an attitude. To put it plainly, he was serving dishes according to the guest—bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Lu Hou'er smiled faintly but said no more. The more one said, the more mistakes one made; say nothing, and no mistake could be made. As for which of them would have the last laugh, he did not dare guarantee it either, for there was another possibility: they might both end up losers...
At this moment, if someone possessed a complete map of Lishou Mountain and looked down from above, they would discover that two groups, though located in vastly different and remote directions, were both advancing toward a certain point deep in the mountains. Their destination was the same.
Those two parties were naturally Meng Zhao and Gan Mingfeng, along with Peng Haibing and Lu Hou'er.
As for the others, perhaps because Meng