After explaining things to Meng Zhao, Zhao Rulíng looked toward the lord of the You Clan Tribe, his expression icy.
"The Tiantian Clan has never prevailed through martial force. Though the Tiantian Divine Ability is mysterious and profound, it offers scarcely any improvement to combat strength. How could they possibly be a match for your You Clan Tribe? Are you concealing something else?"
In truth, Zhao Rulíng did not know the actual circumstances of that Tiantian Tribe either. When he and Yu Changkong had come here last time, their purpose had been to assassinate the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord. They had neither concerned themselves with nor understood the internal affairs of the Hundred Clans.
However, in his impression, the You Clan possessed formidable combat ability, while the Tiantian Clan was famed for gathering intelligence. In particular, the You Clan was like fish in water upon the Arctic Ice Plains and highly adapted to this environment, whereas the Tiantian Clan was another matter altogether.
By that reasoning, there was no reason the Tiantian Clan should hold such an overwhelming martial advantage over the You Clan Tribe.
Of course, the disparity in strength between the two sides was likely related to the scale of their tribes. After all, the You Clan Tribe they were currently in was only a tiny, tiny one. If it were a truly prosperous You Clan Tribe, crushing the so-called Tiantian Tribe should not have been difficult.
Moreover, given how obvious the difference in strength was, yet the Tiantian Clan Tribe still tolerated the continued existence of this You Clan Tribe, it was clear that the You Clan's strength could not be underestimated. It was merely scattered among different tribes, some strong and some weak.
No matter how incapable this You Clan Tribe might be, it still had