Although Meng Zhao's divine arts were extraordinary and his insights unique, finding a flaw in the Heaven Swallowing Sun Devouring Great Law and then breaking this supreme demonic art was still an immensely difficult task—something that perhaps not even Gods and Devils could accomplish.
Yet while he could not break this demonic art, that did not mean he could not break the man wielding it. This was the flaw in the man in white that Meng Zhao had noticed.
As the saying went, there were only invincible people, never invincible martial arts.
But conversely, truly invincible people were ultimately few; martial arts that were nearly invincible were far more common.
To put it plainly, martial arts themselves were merely tools, a means. If one could not deal with the tool, one could deal with the person using it.
Though the man in white possessed deep cultivation and Internal Cultivation that had reached the summit, perhaps even faintly surpassing Meng Zhao's, he had only a body full of power. In tempering and strengthening himself, he had failed to achieve a harmonious unity. One could even say that he was exceedingly frail.
Why?
In simpler, more straightforward terms, he was a glass-cannon mage: high offense, weak defense. Compared to an ordinary warrior, he was like a gun emplacement, capable of unleashing terrifying destructive power. His combat strength was also enduring and resilient.
Yet his body itself was incomparably fragile. And that body included his internal organs, flesh and blood, meridians, dantian, bones, fascia, skin, and more.
To other martial artists, even if they discovered this weakness, they might still be helpless, for they would likely be unable to break through his incomparably thick True Qi defenses.
But Meng Zhao's martial arts were already superior to this man's, while the nature of his