Meng Zhao's words were effectively telling them that Yan Congke could forget about dealing with that Imperial Clan Expert in this lifetime. The gap between them might have seemed minuscule—both were top-tier masters—but in essence, it was vast, off by a thousand miles.
Let alone Yan Congke—even Duan Hong, cultivating his family's Jade Severing Heart Sutra, whose Jade Severing Force grew stronger against stronger foes, still had his limits.
Against the Imperial Dragon Gang Qi cultivated by that Imperial Clan Expert, he would still collapse at the first touch. He could never be that man's match.
One could even say that whenever this Imperial Clan Expert encountered an opponent whose internal qi force was inferior to his own, he would sweep through them all the way. Just as when he fought the many experts led by the Great Dragon Head of the White Dragon Venerable Society, he had cut them down like melons and vegetables. The disparity could not be measured in reason.
Of course, it was impossible to claim that this man was therefore invincible beneath heaven.
Leaving others aside, there was Meng Zhao alone.
Over the years, he had taken medicine every day and diligently cultivated the Three Points Return to One Qi. His vast, domineering internal power had reached its peak. With every gesture, qi force followed him. In terms of power, its three yuan circulated endlessly, inexhaustible and ceaseless, majestic as the sea, unfathomable as the vast ocean. It was only above the Imperial Dragon Gang Qi, never beneath it.
Then there was Shi Luohan, the foremost beneath heaven. With his divine martial body and mastery of Buddhist martial arts, how could he possibly be an easy opponent?
For masters and powerhouses such as them—the greatest among the great, the peerless among the peerless—without truly fighting