After word spread that Meng Zhao and the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord had fought a life-and-death battle, both suffering grievous injuries, and that the battlefield was known to all, Meng Zhao's standing in the Northern Lands shot upward like a sky-rocketing monkey, rising and rising. At least in Ji Prefecture, Liang Prefecture, and Yanzhou, he was the very pinnacle of the pinnacle, second only to a reigning emperor like Beitang Sheng.
Even Prince Fu and the current Ninth Prince, Beitang Shu, had to bow their heads before Meng Zhao—perhaps by more than just one.
After all, this was a world where martial strength reigned supreme. Especially now that the world's restrictions had been broken and martial artists could strive toward loftier peaks, Meng Zhao's formidable personal strength created an even greater siphoning effect, radiating across nearly the entire Northern Lands.
Lingwu City in particular, situated across three successive prefectures and blessed with geographical advantage, infinitely magnified the edge and oppressive force brought by Meng Zhao's Supreme Divine Ability martial path.
Fang Duohai was somewhat worried. Lü Yue would not have brought up Meng Zhao for no reason. Could the person backing him actually be Meng Zhao?
The thought made his scalp tingle. He had never imagined that a simple trip to form a marriage alliance could provoke the one person in the Northern Lands whom no one could afford to offend.
"So, you are connected to the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King? Could it be that the reason you were so rampant before was because the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King was backing you?"
Fang Duohai's palms grew damp. He truly hoped Lü Yue would not answer with the word "yes." If he did not, Fang Duohai might still have a chance to struggle.
He regretted