In terms of raw strength, Meng Zhao had already surpassed the Beitang Imperial Clan, even in the arrangements and influence the court held across the Northern Three Provinces. In terms of reputation, ever since he had emerged onto the scene, Meng Zhao had been an object of admiration and yearning among martial artists. Especially after Meng Zhao had forced back Tong Lie of the Savage Tribes, he had influenced the entire Northern Three Provinces as a national hero.
Thus, it could be said that Meng Zhao was merely holding back for now. If he truly took action, the entire Northern Three Provinces could be turned upside down in an instant, without exception—unless something happened to Meng Zhao himself.
That Demon Master's Successor might possess astonishing divine arts and have the so-called Earth Demon Alliance behind him, but compared with Meng Zhao, he was simply too weak to withstand a single blow.
It could be said that if he wished to contend with Meng Zhao for dominance over the Northern Lands, the Demon Master's Successor had only one method: kill Meng Zhao and seize the power that belonged to him. There was no other way.
Beitang Sheng, Beitang Sheng, you have finally revealed your weakness. The Northern Three Provinces will no longer be yours!
The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord muttered inwardly. He understood even more clearly that all the arrangements he had left behind in the Ji Prefecture capital, at Prince Fu's Mansion, had been utterly wasted.
Originally, he had hoped to raise the martial arts of the Ninth Prince, Beitang Shu, increasing his weight in Beitang Sheng's eyes and thereby securing greater investment and support from the Beitang Imperial Clan for Beitang Shu. In the future, when he contended against Meng Zhao, it would be best if they fought until