But regardless of which thought it was, Long Feng could not be trusted.
At that moment, Long Feng vaguely sensed that someone seemed to have said something to Meng Zhao. With a turn of thought, he immediately realized that Ao Bing had likely told Meng Zhao everything he had done before, putting Meng Zhao and the other two on guard.
Although it did not affect his path to survival, Ao Bing's easy betrayal of him—selling him out to Meng Zhao, no less—still made fury surge within him. He cursed inwardly,
"Bitch, do you really think you'll gain anything by clinging to Meng Zhao? I'd like to see what kind of end awaits you!"
Malicious thoughts bred wildly in his heart. He thought of many methods, every one of them leading to an outcome where Ao Bing would suffer beyond endurance and drown in regret.
More than that, Long Feng even vaguely entertained the notion of sitting atop the mountain to watch tigers fight. The two from the Blazing Sun Divine Clan wielded divine artifacts, possessed transcendent martial prowess, and bore powerful bloodlines. They might well be able to battle Meng Zhao, Lord Bei, and Zhao Rulíng—the three Human Clan Celestials—to the death.
He only needed to watch from the sidelines and would naturally remain safe and sound. Perhaps, if an opportunity arose, he might even catch a glimpse of the bloodline power of Meng Zhao that he had long coveted.
With his plans settled, Long Feng remained outwardly impassive. He quietly regulated his breath and circulated his energy while observing the movements of both sides.
Meng Zhao now knew that these two members of the Blazing Sun Divine Clan were aware of Sifang City's existence and intended to turn its hundreds of thousands of residents into slaves of the Blazing