Though these words had overstepped, they carried a few selfish calculations as well—perhaps he could provoke him and gain some benefit?
What sort of formidable figure was the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord? With one glance, he saw through Beitang Shu's little scheme. Yet he did not mind it, and instead said solemnly,
"To tell you the truth, Meng Zhao and I have never crossed hands. The wild rumors spreading through the martial world are nothing but lies."
After a pause, only when he saw delight appear on Beitang Shu's face did he continue,
"However, not long ago, I met him once and discussed the Dao with him. I found that this man truly possessed cultivation that rivaled the workings of creation. His cultivation had reached the very summit; he had long since stepped into the Heavenly Being Realm. His cultivation was roughly on par with mine, his methods were no weaker, and he lacked no divine weapons.
"If we truly fought to the death, I might not have absolute confidence in defeating him. Thus, though the rumors of the martial world are untrue, they may not be entirely unfounded."
That really was a sentence with a long pause in the middle. Beitang Shu had barely been happy for a moment before he suffered another severe blow. Especially upon hearing that Meng Zhao had already cultivated the Supreme Heavenly Being Path and stood only one step away from the Divine Demon Realm, it utterly exceeded the limits of his understanding.
Did that not mean that, on the present Divine Continent, so long as no Gods and Devils existed, Meng Zhao was already the strongest—or at least among the ranks of the strongest? With such an unrivaled divine skill, who could possibly contend against the vast, surging momentum behind him?
To put