Especially the latter two were not merely crimes punishable by beheading, but heinous offenses that would exterminate nine clans. It showed just how inflated Meng Zhao had become.
By all rights, these should have been top-secret matters. Meng Zhao should not have told anyone, but let them rot in the depths of his heart. For if a ruler was not discreet, he lost his ministers; if a minister was not discreet, he lost his life. Should they leak out, it would absolutely deal Meng Zhao a tremendous blow.
Yet he had made a move that utterly defied common sense. Unless he was a fool, it could only mean one thing.
Meng Zhao was certain that those within this tent who had heard these secrets could not, and would not, reveal them. Or perhaps, even if they did leak out, the impact on Meng Zhao would be negligible.
Meng Zhao was certainly no fool. Lei Wanche firmly believed that the reason this Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King's manner and conduct had changed so drastically in such a short time was not because he had grown arrogant and conceited, but because he possessed absolute confidence and certainty, unafraid of any storm or challenge.
Could it be related to the increase in his strength?
The lightning-pattern mark between his brows and the Five-Colored Radiance on his left hand, shimmering with flowing brilliance, had both appeared after he left Jianmu Grotto-Heaven and before he met us. Perhaps he had undergone a qualitative leap in strength, which was why he was now in this state.
Though Lei Wanche felt stifled, he was also somewhat relieved.
No matter what, Meng Zhao was now an overlord and divine being he could never contend with. The only possibility was to submit to him and reveal no