Meng Zhao had his own calculations, so he did not hide his identity and said bluntly,
"Meng Zhao. Have you heard of me?"
Xue Zihou was greatly shaken. He had never imagined that Meng Zhao, one of the twin peaks of the younger generation alongside Shen Tianci, possessed such martial arts.
The Peerless Twin Prodigies, Southern Shen, Northern Meng—the Divine Saber Hall naturally knew of them. Yet many had merely assumed that the two were outstanding figures among the younger generation, and that they still needed time to temper themselves before contending with the older generation's experts.
But what had Xue Zihou seen now?
Meng Zhao was no ordinary Martial Grandmaster. With a single glance, he had instantly slain three top-tier Innate Realm experts. That alone would have been enough, but Meng Zhao had also rendered Uncle Chang's method ineffective. That was something Xue Zihou found impossible to comprehend.
According to Uncle Chang, that method was useless against Heavenly Being experts. Could it be that Meng Zhao had already cultivated Heavenly Being Martial Dao?
Impossible—absolutely impossible. Xue Zihou had only heard of Meng Zhao's fame within the past year or so. How could anyone break through two major thresholds in such a short time?
Yet even if he was not a Heavenly Being, he should possess the cultivation of a Great Grandmaster. He was undoubtedly a cut above Xue Zihou's father and Bei Tangsu.
And if that were truly the case, it would be incredibly astounding. At the very least, Xue Zihou could neither understand nor imagine how the man before him had cultivated martial arts, nor how he had advanced so fiercely and rapidly, covering a thousand miles in a day.
Still reeling, Xue Zihou's expression became much more respectful. He cupped his fists and bowed.
"So it is