Moreover, Meng Zhao had never regarded any of them as opponents. Instead, he treated them like a cat toying with mice. Naturally, he would not care whether to crush them outright or lie low in patience before striking at the right moment.
Of course, setting aside Meng Zhao's various abnormal displays, Yan Libing believed that, based on his identity alone, he could still be of considerable help to him.
Leaving aside everything else, merely going with the flow at court and speaking a word or two for Meng Zhao could be enough to change his difficult circumstances.
Yan Libing also understood that this was his greatest value to Meng Zhao.
As for Horse-Face Ghost, it was even simpler. In today's Divine Continent, a martial artist at the Grandmaster level could barely be called a supreme expert and was also a scarce resource. If one could be subdued, no faction would readily let him go.
Take Lei Wanche, for example. Had he possessed absolute confidence, his treatment of Horse-Face Ghost and Ox-Head God would not have been mere probing. Openly or covertly, through hard or soft means, he would have made certain to bring them under his command.
Now that Meng Zhao had revealed his true self and laid out two paths—life or death—he was not simply asking the two men for a promise. He clearly intended to force them to enter his service completely.
As methods went, it could not have been cruder, and it could easily provoke defiance.
But did they have any room to choose?
No. None at all.
If they rejected Meng Zhao at this moment, the only outcome awaiting Yan Libing and Horse-Face Ghost was death.
And to die at the hands of such a hideous, terrifying monster was truly hard to accept.
Yan Libing was