Xue Zihou broke out in a cold sweat, his back drenched, yet he did not dare move in the slightest.
This was because the Sea of Consciousness between his brows was throbbing with needle-like pain, and an intense sense of danger coiled around his heart—a feeling more than ten times deadlier than facing Bei Tangsu.
Every hair on his body stood on end. Though the situation was at the point of exploding at a touch, he could not move even if he wanted to.
What he found even harder to believe was the strange intuition that, when facing Bei Tangsu, he could calmly retreat and remain safe by using the means Uncle Chang had given him.
But before the man whose hand now rested on his shoulder, even that mysterious power of Uncle Chang's would likely be unable to help him escape.
Who was this man?
Could even Uncle Chang's divine skill be broken by him?
Who else could this suddenly appearing man, possessed of such earth-shaking divine skill, be but Meng Zhao?
In truth, from the moment Bei Tangsu entered Jade Lake Mountain, he had already fallen under Meng Zhao's watch. Every move he made, every word he spoke, had entered Meng Zhao's sight. There was nowhere to hide.
Naturally, the secret poisoning by the three tiger-eyed, thick-browed brothers, Xue Zihou's sudden appearance, and his rescue of the three had all been witnessed by Meng Zhao.
Originally, Meng Zhao had not intended to reveal himself or do anything to these people.
After all, killing Bei Tangsu might bring some twists and turns. Once his identity was exposed, it could very likely bring unknown risks.
However, the mysterious power Xue Zihou had used to escape not only stirred up doubts in Bei Tangsu, but also caused ripples in Meng Zhao's