This was no empty boast. Nangong Yao himself was one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, once among the world's foremost experts. Later, he had used despicable means to steal the aptitude and bloodline of the Chaos Body, granting himself an immense improvement.
If he could devour Meng Zhao, the most gifted man in the world today, down to the last scrap, then given his potential, talent, and martial arts, it would be no empty claim that he would become invincible beneath heaven in time.
Of course, easy to say, hard to do. This was not something that could be accomplished merely by thinking of it.
Meng Zhao was no easy opponent. Anyone who wished to make him a target had to be prepared for backlash.
Wounding the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred themselves would already be a favorable outcome. The real fear was failing to strike another, only to be struck down in return.
At the very least, no matter how arrogant Nangong Yao was, he would not rashly make Meng Zhao his target. One careless misstep, and the excellent situation he had painstakingly built would surely go up in smoke.
After all, he already possessed the possibility of breaking into the Celestial Realm, and it was practically a sure thing. With the Chaos Grinding Mill and his female disciple serving as a cauldron, there was also great hope for him to challenge the Gods and Devils in the future. There was no need to stubbornly lock horns with a Child of Fortune like Meng Zhao.
Yes, Nangong Yao's thoughts were rather similar to Zhao Rulíng's. Judging by Meng Zhao's life trajectory, he was undoubtedly the Child of Fortune of the present Divine Continent and Jianghu Martial Arts World. He enjoyed the Favor of