As for using the devastating weapon in his hands to kill Meng Zhao—even as arrogant as Shi Jiawen was, he did not dare entertain such a fantasy.
He largely agreed with Liu An and Yan Libing's prior assessment of Meng Zhao's strength. Since this man's rise to prominence, he had never lost a battle, never failed to conquer an opponent. Unless he possessed absolute certainty, he simply would not fight.
The other possibility was that his strength was unfathomably deep. Even the martial arts he had displayed thus far might not be all he possessed.
Under such circumstances, although his devastating weapon could threaten Great Grandmasters and even Heavenly Beings to some extent, it might not necessarily be able to do anything to an unfathomable opponent like Meng Zhao.
Moreover, his purpose in deploying that devastating weapon was merely to cause a huge commotion, forcing Meng Zhao to hesitate before laying hands on him—or perhaps to serve some other scheme. Nothing more.
At this moment, Shi Jiawen's mindset finally shifted back, and he smiled bitterly to himself.
I truly did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. I actually dared to set my sights on Meng Zhao before!
It could only be said that one would understand after truly meeting Meng Zhao: this man was simply the complete opposite of that youth at Great Compassion Temple.
With such an intense and distinctive presence, no matter how stubbornly Shi Jiawen refused to admit it, he had to acknowledge that he had underestimated the other party before. Now that he had seen the real person, he merely realized how narrow-minded and short-sighted he had been.
Meng Zhao smiled faintly, raised a hand in invitation, and said, "It has been years since we parted. Back then, Brother Shi accompanied