This sliver of hope naturally rested on Meng Zhao—whether he could move him and make both sides call it quits.
To that end, he could swear all manner of cursed oaths and vow never to breathe a word about tonight's events.
Of course, he also knew that words alone carried no weight. Before a domineering powerhouse like Meng Zhao, mere weakness and pleas for peace might not move him. He needed strength to back himself up as well.
He added,
"Moreover, even if you possess the cultivation of a Great Grandmaster, it will be far from easy for you to kill me. Do you think I can only defend and am incapable of striking back?
"Meng Zhao, I advise you to think thrice before acting. Do not take a wrong step."
Meng Zhao furrowed his brow. After pondering for a moment, he nodded.
"You are right. Assassinating a Prince of the current dynasty is indeed the worst possible choice. Should the matter be exposed, I would become a homeless dog, the Meng Family would suffer unprecedented devastation, and everything I have built and obtained would vanish like a dream, like bubbles and shadows.
"But all that assumes you can escape. I do not believe that, after using the Sky Shuttle and the Three Treasures Exquisite Creation Pagoda twice, you still have any chance of getting away."
Beitang Xing's face paled once more. His gaze flickered, and his entire bearing turned ashen and defeated as he asked,
"The Sky Shuttle and the Three Treasures Exquisite Creation Pagoda are my secret Trump Cards. I have never told anyone about them, except that person.
"You learned of them from Master Liu, didn't you?"
Meng Zhao smiled, offering no definite answer. He merely said vaguely,
"I have indeed had some dealings with Daoist Liu,