Purple Lightning Saber Lord had no idea of the twists and turns in Meng Zhao's mind. He was merely shocked by the news that Monk Huikong had already become a Celestial martial artist, and that his disciple had founded the Pudu Cult.
The former meant that among the foremost martial artists in the world today, Monk Huikong was surely entitled to a place. Calling him one of the strongest would not be an exaggeration.
The latter showed that Meng Zhao's earlier words had not been wrong at all. The Pudu Cult might appear to be nothing more than a religion that bewitched poor commoners, but with a Celestial powerhouse like Monk Huikong as its foundation, it could not possibly be too weak.
Though it still would not be a match for the Divine Saber Hall, if it unleashed its full strength, it might yet pose an enormous threat to the Divine Saber Hall.
"Dragon King Meng, stay at the Divine Saber Hall for a few more days. Let me think it over, then I'll give you a definite answer."
Meng Zhao nodded and added,
"I have named this organization the Ascension Society. It signifies that we will climb step by step into the supreme Divine Demon Realm.
"Also, Saber Lord, there is no need to worry that joining this organization will conflict with your identity in the Divine Saber Hall. The two can coexist perfectly well.
"The Ascension Society I establish will absolutely not harm the interests of its members or the forces to which they belong."
Meng Zhao was naturally painting a grand vision. Whether what he said now would happen or come true in the future, no one could know. Still, he could say it first—what if it became the last straw that broke the camel's back?
Purple