Actually, if it were only that the Meng Family had grown powerful, it would not amount to much. No matter how great their influence, they would at most stand on the level of the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families, nothing particularly exceptional. The Beitang Imperial Clan already had too many lice to feel the itch.
That alone could not reveal where the Meng Family's true advantage lay.
The key was that such a family of extraordinary potential also had a Meng Zhao, who seemed to possess the potential of a supreme being. That was truly terrifying.
Like a dragon growing a pair of wings, it could soar through the nine heavens, its threat greatly magnified.
Throughout the ages, it had never been rare for one man to found an imperial dynasty, much less a great powerhouse and noble house like the Meng Family, which had hopes of reaching the level of the Nine Surnames?
No matter how powerful a force was, if it remained a heap of loose sand, there was nothing to fear. What was frightening was someone twisting it into a single rope.
Meng Zhao undoubtedly possessed both such potential and such ability.
Of course, the threat posed by the Meng Family and Meng Zhao was only hidden and delayed; for now, it did not constitute a threat.
Before the situation had deteriorated beyond all remedy, the Meng Family would most likely have no intention of rebelling.
Yet now, across the Divine Continent, the Rebel Army that had grown into a real force was far from limited to the south. Powerhouses emerged from nowhere in every region, controlling local areas. Great Yong's realm might not yet be on the brink of collapse, but it was indeed swaying amid wind and rain.
Rather than pondering the struggle for the