Meng Zhao's expression was calm. There was nothing to hide.
"It is merely a minor ability of my physique. Though it benefits martial arts, it is also a constraint, and may not necessarily be a good thing."
His words gave everyone present the urge to strangle Meng Zhao. Not necessarily a good thing? Did he know that on this Divine Continent, possessing a Special Physique and bloodline meant being superior to others?
Some were nobles by status and identity, like the princely and marquis households of today. Others were nobles by innate bloodline and physique, like Meng Zhao and those with other Special Physiques. This was reality, bestowed by Heaven and one's parents.
What was more, Meng Zhao's Special Physique and bloodline were so perfectly matched, merging together with a result comparable to the supreme. Compared with the constraints that ordinary bloodlines and physiques might indeed possess, where could any so-called constraint remain?
If those present were given a choice, every last one of them would have wished to exchange their bloodline aptitude for Meng Zhao's.
"Dragon King Meng, you are too modest. With a physique and bloodline like yours, even cultivating into a supreme God or Devil in the future would be far smoother. We cannot compare."
Zhu Shisan, the Demon Master's Successor, was filled with jealousy. He wished he could take Meng Zhao's place, especially when he considered that with such a physique and bloodline, Meng Zhao was a born cultivator of the Way of the Emperor. If he himself possessed such a physique, it would surely provide limitless assistance to the path of the Demonic Sect's Son of Heaven and the Great Emperor Dao Fruit that the Demon Master had deduced.
Perhaps there would be no need to establish the grand unification of the Demonic Sect, nor