Ruan Xiong and Wang Song—Yan Congke would treat both men with the utmost caution, even consider them troublesome, but they were not impossible to handle.
Especially now, when his martial arts had greatly advanced and he was in high spirits, his body brimming with sharp Sword Intent, fearless and unafraid.
But Xie Feng was different from those two.
Strictly speaking, this man's martial arts were not especially high, but his means and skill at killing were absolutely first-rate.
Yan Congke was human too, and he feared death. More importantly, he did not have to face Xie Feng.
Though Meng Zhao's martial arts were extremely high and he was confident that his divine skill was invincible, he would not truly think that a master of hidden weapons was not a master.
Hidden weapons thrived on the contrast of defeating the strong with the weak and facing many with few.
If Xie Feng possessed supreme killing weapons such as the Peacock Plume, Guanyin Tears, or Storm of Pear Blossom Needles, Meng Zhao would not dare provoke him rashly either.
Though martial arts belonged to the realm of transcendent power, the power of technology still deserved respect.
"These are only the three most troublesome people I managed to uncover. The rest are no pushovers either. Relying solely on the three of us, I don't think we have much chance of rescuing Baoyu."
Meng Zhao thought for a moment and said,
"Let's do this. We'll set out tonight and investigate Red Skull in Baiyang Village. There's no need to rush into rescuing Cao Baoyu. At the very least, we need to come up with a plan and proper arrangements."
Ning Baihe nodded in agreement. Success came to those who prepared, while those who did not prepare were doomed to fail. When he did business,