Meng Zhao said this from the bottom of his heart; he was not deliberately making excuses.
Take himself as an example. Back when he was in the Innate Realm, he had the Emperor Yu Battle Armor as his Trump Card. Though its killing power was not particularly strong, its defensive ability was simply maxed out. Ordinary people, even Grandmasters, might defeat him, but they could never kill him.
Even the Pudu Cult Dharma King, wielding a Demonic Buddha Sarira at the Great Grandmaster level, could do nothing to him. Instead, Meng Zhao used the Emperor Yu Battle Armor to stall for time and ultimately claim victory. That alone revealed much.
Meng Zhao was confident, arrogant, forceful, and domineering by nature, but he would never look down on anyone in the world—much less a Prince like Beitang Xing.
The Great Yong Imperial Clan had, without dispute, possessed the deepest foundations and the most formidable strength of any power for the past hundred-odd years since the founding of the nation. Its methods were certainly beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Meng Zhao had now cultivated the martial path of a Great Grandmaster and encountered countless opportunities. His actual combat strength could be called peerless in this age.
But being peerless in this age did not mean being invincible beneath heaven. And even being invincible beneath heaven did not mean one could do whatever one pleased.
To kill Beitang Xing, he had to ensure one thing: once he acted, he had to succeed. There could be no accidents whatsoever.
For if an accident occurred—if Beitang Xing escaped, for instance, or if someone else witnessed it and spread the news—then the excellent situation Meng Zhao had painstakingly built would inevitably go up in smoke and be reduced to ashes.
Intercepting and killing a Prince