"This, this is the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King? Truly, truly, a heavenly god descended to earth, a supreme sovereign born into the world!"
Though Horse-Face Ghost had become expressionless from wearing the Human Skin Mask, his eyes now bulged wide. He kept replaying the profundity and wonder of Meng Zhao's finger strike in his mind, comparing it to Shen Tianci's Great Sun Heavenly Waterfall.
After turning it over and over, he felt that if the two Unrivaled Divine Skills were seriously compared, Meng Zhao's was likely more destructive, more lethal.
He had personally faced the Great Sun Heavenly Waterfall. It truly melted gold and smelted iron, like molten lava pouring down from the heavens, its power unmatched.
Yet Meng Zhao's finger—or perhaps sword—was like the heavens bowing their head, the Heavenly Dao taking form. In sheer spectacle, it might not have matched Shen Tianci's overwhelming grandeur, but in its bearing, divine intent, and lethality, it far surpassed Shen Tianci's.
Had the three Great Grandmasters faced Meng Zhao's finger that day, even with the imitation Medicine Master Cauldron in hand, they would likely have perished on the spot. There would have been no chance of escape.
No wonder the Jianghu Martial Arts World widely proclaimed Shen Tianci a young genius, while Meng Zhao had come from behind and surpassed him.
Yan Libing, meanwhile, broke out in goosebumps all over, his heart nearly leaping from his chest.
He himself had held no particular thoughts toward Meng Zhao, but recalling how the four of them had once stormed toward Meng Family Village so aggressively—and how Qiao Nian had even wanted to tease Meng Zhao—sent cold sweat streaming down his back.
They truly had not known the height of heaven or the depth of earth. Meng Zhao's martial arts had reached