Using him as a smokescreen would have been one thing, but they were even stepping on his name as the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord to rise to prominence and build momentum for Meng Zhao. It could only be called fishing for fame.
However, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord did not step forward to deny it. For one thing, the entire affair had been driven by the Meng Family's vast network and channels of information. Although his Heavenly Demon Palace also possessed some power, before it unified the forces of the Demonic Path, it was far, far inferior to Meng Zhao.
For another, he did not care about the slight damage to his reputation. Even if Meng Zhao benefited from it, he did not mind.
On the contrary, he believed that perhaps this matter could temporarily dispel Beitang Sheng's intentions toward him. That way, he would have an easier time of it. At the very least, when plotting for the Supreme Scepter, there would be far fewer constraints and obstacles.
Nor was he worried that Beitang Sheng would doubt whether this was real. Unless Beitang Sheng personally took action, any men he sent out could only verify that the information now widely circulated throughout the Jianghu Martial Arts World was true.
All he could say was that Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng, those two shameless bastards, did have some real skill.
At the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's teasing remark, the black light that had constantly gleamed in Yu Changkong's eyes actually faded for a brief moment, and clarity returned.
Countless fragments of information surged toward his soul like raging waves in his mind.
Blood-red hues, the night, dead warriors, countless herbal ingredients, gold and silver, the Spirit Collision Demon Art, and the time when he had gone mad with fury and