Winning Over the Enemy on the Eve of Battle (Please Subscribe)

Yang Cai and Tie Xiongfei were his best Trump Cards, enough to offset any unforeseen variables.

The Sound Wave Skill he had used earlier had not merely been a test. It had also served another purpose: transmitting an order.

As the piercing howl gradually faded, two auras descended from afar, stretching from heaven to earth like primordial beasts. They came chasing stars and moon, kicking up layers of dust and stirring wave after wave of unrest, finally landing several yards to Meng Zhao's left and right.

One aura was deep and solid, like an iron wall impervious to countless tribulations. Merely standing there, it gave off an infinitely weighty, grounding presence. The other seemed like dragons and tigers converging, filled with an aura of completeness, transcendence, and immense power.

More terrifying still, their true qi erupted and their spirits remained steadfast, connecting with heaven and earth and agitating the vital energy. The entire summit of Two-Ox Mountain seemed to have been cast into a raging sea, with winds and waves rolling endlessly, human bodies like tiny boats at risk of capsizing at any moment.

Had it been an ordinary martial artist, no matter how confident, suddenly finding himself surrounded by people with such terrifying and exquisite martial arts, even if he did not piss and shit himself in fright, his mind would have been thrown into extreme turmoil.

This was an instinct born of living creatures, the most natural reaction when life was threatened.

Yet Meng Zhao remained calm and composed. At some point, his hands had moved behind his back. He held his head high and chest out, his spine like a long spear stabbing straight into the heavens—sharp and unyielding, preferring to break rather than bend.

His aura, once plain and ordinary, became a hidden abyss whose depths