Ao Bing's expression changed slightly. She had not expected the Human Clan general before her to speak and act so directly, and she had no idea how matters would develop afterward.
More importantly, she did not know why Meng Zhao had come here, so her heart was always caught between gain and loss.
Though this Human Clan general's cultivation was comparable to hers—merely a Grandmaster, perhaps somewhat stronger, at the limit of Grandmaster and only a thread away from Great Grandmaster—she had never believed she could pose any threat to him.
There were many reasons for this. For instance, there were so many people here, and he was deep within the army, bolstered by military formations and battle arrays. His combat strength could absolutely not be measured by Martial Dao cultivation alone. Even Ao Bing of the Dragon Clan had heard a little of this.
Then there was the majesty and power of the Human Clan's Heaven Pass, its iron-like defenses, which had long been widely known among the Hundred Clans.
Though the Dragon Clan rarely took part in the Hundred Clans' wars against the Human Clan, she had heard that every campaign against the Human Clan was blocked by Heaven Pass in the end, leaving behind corpse after corpse of the Hundred Clans before they retreated gloomily, waiting to sweep back again another day.
Having heard it so often, she naturally knew that the Human Clan army atop Heaven Pass was not only valiant and fierce, but also possessed many powers that suppressed the Hundred Clans.
Thus, although Ao Bing possessed the Dragon Clan's pride, she was not so arrogant as to think that this Human Clan general before her was some minor figure.
As for Meng Zhao, Ao Bing had great faith in his martial arts. After all,