Meng Zhao could not make heads or tails of it. A heavenly being adept at battle and slaughter had actually been silently refined into a demonic slave. No one would believe it if word got out, simply because it was too difficult.
How did that saying go? A warrior could be killed but not humiliated. The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord defeating the Lan Clan chief was nothing, but defeat did not mean he could enslave him. There was certainly something here that Meng Zhao did not know.
After thinking it over, Meng Zhao told Zhao Rulíng of his discovery, wanting to see whether Lord Zhao, who hailed from the inner imperial palace, understood the trick behind it. After all, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord had been deeply entangled with Beitang Sheng and the Beitang Imperial Clan for a long time.
Especially Bei Tangsu. He himself was an imperial clansman and had been subjected to the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's methods. Now that the Lan Clan chief served as another reference, perhaps they could follow the clues and find the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's Achilles' heel?
Zhao Rulíng was clearly startled as well. His aura fluctuated for an instant before he dispersed the Wind Listening Technique. With his brows tightly furrowed, he said,
"Demonic Seeds. This thing is indeed an inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Has Dragon King Meng ever heard of a secret art called the Four-Void Precepts?"
"Four-Void Precepts? I am poorly informed and have never heard of them. Could this be some secret art or divine ability of the Buddhist sect?"
Meng Zhao thought for a moment and shook his head. Though he had seen much and knew much, he was by no means omniscient. At the very least, he had never heard of these so-called Four-Void