But on closer thought, it was not without reason.
Horse-Face Ghost was not necessarily afraid of death. If he had been asked to submit in order to survive to some petty, contemptible wretch whom they would never even acknowledge, then Horse-Face Ghost would rather die than do so.
In other words, Meng Zhao naturally had something extraordinary about him if he could subdue Horse-Face Ghost.
Ox-Head God could not help recalling the scene from not long ago, when he and Horse-Face Ghost had gone to the Jinling Shen Family and encountered Shen Tianci making his move.
Although Shen Tianci was likewise beyond the two of them, and killing them would have been as easy as turning over his hand,
deep down, whether in the strength he displayed or the pressure he exerted on them, Meng Zhao far surpassed Shen Tianci.
Such a powerful, flawless young supreme expert, with his personal charisma maxed out—perhaps submitting to him was not so hard to accept after all.
With the added connection of a life-saving favor, everything fell naturally into place.
As for himself, Ox-Head God was somewhat hesitant as well.
At heart, he did not wish to submit to anyone. Even if he truly had to serve someone, he hoped it would be an expert of the Yin Mountain Lineage, such as the Five Directional Ghost Emperors.
But if that person was Meng Zhao, it was not beyond consideration.
He was rather like a woman whose heart had been stirred—delicate and affected.
Meng Zhao's Primordial Spirit Microscopic Perception had long since taken in every movement and expression of everyone present, yet he did not deliberately interfere. Instead, he flicked his fingers through the air, tapping repeatedly at Lei Wanche's body. Streams of invisible force entered Lei Wanche's body, helping him circulate his blood