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If Meng Zhao stepped in and joined forces with Gu Sinan and Yun Fei, he could naturally deal with those two traitors at his leisure.

However, first, he had to guard against the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child, who could arrive at any moment. Second, he had no desire to enter the fray.

Wasn't watching from the sidelines far more enjoyable?

As the fierce battle unfolded, the commotion grew ever greater. Rumbling booms spread through the air, alarming nearly the entire small mountain village. Ordinarily, someone might have come out to investigate what was happening.

Yet perhaps because they had experienced such fierce battles before, Meng Zhao saw with his own eyes that not a single household sent anyone outside. Instead, he occasionally heard the sound of wooden bolts being slid into place. They did possess a bit of cleverness when it came to self-preservation.

Villagers like these, possessing neither martial strength nor wisdom, could be killed at any moment by the stray force of the battle if they rashly approached its center. Huddling inside their homes was not an unwise choice.

Just as Meng Zhao was watching with great interest, he suddenly sensed a gaze brimming with malice settle upon him. It was like a giant crocodile lurking beneath the water, ready to erupt at any time and swallow him whole in a single bite.

"Hmm, this feeling is rather strange. Could the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child have arrived?"

Rather than being alarmed, Meng Zhao was delighted. His eyes flew open, and his folded arms dropped to his sides. His body hummed like a bowstring drawn taut, tightening to the utmost. If that was truly the case, then he might finally get to fight to his heart's content today.

His gaze abruptly shot in one direction. There!

With a whoosh