The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord could make a move, and Meng Zhao could make a move. Then the conclusion was obvious. The two might truly have fought once, yet neither had been injured, each stopping at the proper point. Or perhaps they had been injured, but only lightly, with no impact whatsoever on their martial strength.
To be honest, how could Xie Wanzhi not be afraid? That was the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord—the lord of ten thousand demons. The Heavenly Demon Palace was a peak great power passed down from ancient times. Compared to it, the so-called Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families were little brothers among little brothers.
However, with matters having reached this point, Xie Wanzhi also understood clearly that he had no other choice. He could only nod helplessly.
"Second matter. Take a look at these first!"
As he spoke, Meng Zhao pushed over the sheet of paper on which he had just written the names of the four branches of the Xie Family for Xie Wanzhi to see.
At first, Xie Wanzhi did not think much of it. Yet after merely giving it a cursory glance, he was so startled that he rose from his chair. His eyes filled with shock as he looked at Meng Zhao.
"Dragon King Meng, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to use my bloodline to threaten me?"
Xie Wanzhi was both shocked and enraged. He had already retreated so far, practically placing himself beneath Meng Zhao and submitting to him. Yet Meng Zhao still refused to let matters rest. He had gone so utterly mad as to write down the names of his four children. What else could that be for, if not to threaten him?
If Meng Zhao truly intended to do this, he would not meekly