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If he truly wanted a title, Meng Zhao preferred something like "the number one man under heaven" or "the strongest beneath the starry sky."

If he was going to be one, he would be the strongest. A mere Dragon King would only lower his standing.

For now, those were the most obvious gains from that battle.

Naturally, there were also some invisible benefits. For instance, after displaying his strength and potential, he had won the regard and favor of quite a few local forces in Lingwu City.

People from factions that had originally had no connection with Meng Zhao, or had even been somewhat hostile to him, had all expressed goodwill and closeness toward him. This was a shift in the wind. On the surface, it seemed to bring no benefit.

In truth, it provided an enormous boost and advantage for the Meng Family's development in the fiercely xenophobic Lingwu City.

Fighting alone would not do. Before one's personal strength had formed an overwhelming, crushing force, the growth and expansion of one's faction still had to follow the rules. No matter who made those rules, as long as they could not be broken, one could only take the initiative to blend in.

Otherwise, Meng Zhao could have killed Dragon City outright before those several hundred people two days ago. The reason he could not was that he had been isolated and outnumbered then. Even with several friendly factions helping him, it would have been difficult to turn back the surging tide.

Moreover, after the Lei Family's scheme, trap, and ambush that day, Lü Yue and the others, as well as Han Lu and Zhu'er, had received a positive and motivating jolt, and all began cultivating and training diligently.

As Meng Zhao's subordinates, they had actually needed Meng Zhao to stand