After the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord retreated, he did not pause or hesitate in the slightest. He sped all the way toward Ji Prefecture, traveling day and night until he reached the prefectural city.
This time, after meeting Meng Zhao and speaking with him, he learned even more clearly that Meng Zhao's cultivation had reached an unfathomable level. His realm was extraordinarily high, in no way inferior to his own—perhaps, in some respects, even a level higher.
Once the thought had taken root, he had to find a way to suppress Meng Zhao.
Do not be fooled by the words he had spoken before leaving, as though he had no designs on Meng Zhao at all and was interested only in Beitang Sheng.
In truth, those had merely been words for appearances' sake.
To the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, Beitang Sheng was indeed an opponent with whom he had to determine victory or defeat, perhaps even life or death. Likewise, Meng Zhao was an immense threat whom he could never simply ignore.
After all, he too aspired to become the supreme ruler of the demonic path, even the supreme ruler of the Divine Land. Meng Zhao possessed boundless potential and Unrivaled Martial Arts. If he were allowed to develop freely, he would become a threat to him as well. Given the chance, he would certainly cut him down.
The reason he had not acted then was simply that he lacked confidence.
Now that he had come to Ji Prefecture, he intended to use other methods to slow Meng Zhao's development and directly weaken Meng Zhao's existing strength.
The struggle of the Dao was a simple matter, and a cruel one.
If there was only one throne at the summit, and only one person was permitted to sit upon it, then