Meng Zhao did not rely on having cultivated a Primordial Spirit and possessing the cultivation of a peerless Great Grandmaster to act recklessly. Instead, he remained as cool-headed as a venomous snake hidden in a corner, flicking its tongue as he observed the entire Lei Family camp and gathered every piece of information advantageous to himself.
Sometimes, relying on excessively powerful strength to force certain things through did not necessarily yield good results.
On the contrary, concealing one's edge, seeking the right opportunity, and delivering a fatal blow at the most critical moment was the most efficient choice.
That was precisely how Meng Zhao was now, just as he had been when seizing the Imperial Sui Relics within Yanzhou.
Naturally, he knew of the Ox-Head God and Horse-Face Ghost as well. They were merely two Grandmaster-level experts. Even adding Lei Wanche made only three Grandmaster martial artists. To him, they were all food delivered to his door, still entirely within his grasp.
Until this day, when Lei Wanche sent someone to notify the Lei Family members that the time had come to enter the Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm once more.
There were truly quite a few people entering the Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm this time.
Leading the way was Lei Wanche himself. The current Marquis of Bei Ning was risking his own life; he was certainly going all out.
Following close behind were the Ox-Head God and Horse-Face Ghost of the Yin Mountain Lineage. Both held exaggerated divine weapons in their hands and wore Human Skin Masks. They were utterly indifferent to the reactions around them. Only the occasional flash of light in their eyes revealed that their hearts were not quite so calm.
Then there were Liu An, Yan Libing, Qiao Nian, and Shi Jiawen, along with experts born into the