Beitang Sheng had shattered Heaven and Earth's restrictions upon himself; likewise, he had shattered the restrictions upon other martial artists.
He was the reigning Emperor, blessed with Human Dragon Qi, the Imperial Dynasty's National Destiny, and Martial Dao Fortune. He was the strongest in the world, and no one could stand against him. Yet if enough powerful martial artists joined forces against one, they might not be unable to hold him down—or even kill him.
As for the rebel forces of today, they were no match for Beitang Sheng. The moment he acted, he could sweep everything aside.
But to put it bluntly, Beitang Sheng was not free to do as he pleased either. Even with the situation rotting away, had he not remained within Imperial Capital City all along, never once making a move to personally lead an expedition?
"Daoist, your words have struck like thunder. Then in your view, what are the odds that the Emperor can restore order to the realm? And what are the odds that the land will descend into chaos and a new dynasty will rise?"
"To be honest, before I met Dragon King Meng, with the reigning Emperor and the Twelfth Prince both bearing Imperial Qi and Imperial Destiny, I believed the Great Yong Dynasty had an excellent chance of revival—at least seventy or eighty percent.
"But after meeting the Dragon King, that possibility has fallen to less than thirty percent. One could even say the situation is exceedingly perilous."
Old Daoist Liu was not trying to alarm anyone with these words. Based on what he knew, as well as the secret arts passed down by his sect, this was the conclusion he had derived. Meng Zhao was a crucial factor.
In Old Daoist Liu's eyes, Meng Zhao's bloodline was unimportant. His Martial