Beitang Sheng nodded. Just as he had expected, it was exactly so. Though the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord possessed unrivaled martial arts, it would be exceedingly difficult, with far harsher conditions, for him to truly grow into a force capable of threatening Beitang Sheng or the Great Yong Dynasty. He was far less threatening than that Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King.
Put plainly, they were not even on the same track. Meng Zhao was renowned throughout the land, blessed with abundant natural talent, a martial arts legend in the hearts of countless people. He also possessed the background and status of an aristocratic scion, white beyond white, upright beyond upright—a Young Hero born of a noble house.
As for the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, he was a rat in the gutter, a member of the Demonic Path hunted and denounced by the righteous factions of the Divine Land, destined to find no place in this world.
Of course, it would not be entirely accurate to say that the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord posed no threat at all to the Great Yong Dynasty. The man was, after all, a top-tier powerhouse, with few in all the Divine Land capable of matching him. Should he set his sights on wreaking havoc upon the Great Yong Dynasty, he would indeed become an exceedingly troublesome problem.
Thus, Beitang Sheng could not simply ignore him, especially after Yu Changkong had been killed by his hand.
"I have a Soaring Dragon Pill here. Take it and consume it. From now on, you shall serve as the Commander-in-Chief of my imperial clan's secret guards. Your chief task will be dealing with the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord. Do not let him bring too much trouble upon my imperial clan."
With that, Beitang Sheng flicked out a