Negotiation

Wei Qi had already turned the tide, and with him assisting at the side,

unless Xue Ying was willing to fight to mutual destruction, the proper course now was to heed Meng Zhao's advice, calm down, and discuss a good solution together.

Fighting and killing might be simple, but it was not a good way to solve problems.

Xue Ying might not fear death, but he was certainly not some reckless fool who squandered his life at will.

"Young Master, this... I was about to defeat him. Why go to such unnecessary lengths?"

Hearing Meng Zhao's words, Wei Qi was somewhat unwilling. He had clearly been on the verge of defeating his opponent and absorbing all of that pure demonic cultivation for himself, only for Meng Zhao to stick his foot in and propose some peace talks. How could that do?

Meng Zhao snorted coldly, deeply dissatisfied with Wei Qi's greed and overestimation of himself. He said,

"You have already fallen into a trap without realizing it. Look at yourself first. I told you long ago that while true qi is crucial, it is not the entirety of martial arts. If I had not helped you today, you would certainly have lost to Xue Ying."

He directly pointed out Wei Qi's shortcomings and even defined the outcome of their battle: if Meng Zhao had not intervened, the eventual victor would very likely have been Xue Ying.

This was hardly strange. At the same level, Wei Qi's weakness was far too obvious, making it easy for others to seize upon his sore spot.

Even if Xue Ying's raw strength was inferior to Wei Qi's, it was only natural that, through his method of intertwining his own qi with that of the earth veins, he could gradually lay traps for Wei Qi—accumulating