Meng Zhao's words did not come as a surprise to anyone in the hall. Had it been them, their reactions might have been even more vehement.
The Demonic Path had always acted in a simple, direct manner. If you messed with me, I would definitely retaliate—and I would repay it double and redoubled.
Swallowing one's anger was utterly impossible. If one treated it as though nothing had happened and let it go lightly, others would not call you magnanimous; they would only call you weak and incompetent.
Meng Zhao's conduct, and his determination to get to the bottom of the matter, suited the identity of a Demonic Path cultivator perfectly.
Of course, deep down, he was somewhat conflicted.
On one hand, he desperately wanted to dig Zhao Hun out and kill him outright, settling everything once and for all. There was nothing more to say about it. Sometimes, he had killed Zhao Hun more than once even in his dreams.
On the other hand, he worried that Zhao Hun might have some backup plan. If Zhao Hun exposed his true background and aroused the suspicions of those in the hall, then if word spread, the hidden dangers it would bring him would be far too great.
Especially because he knew that Grandmaster Qiao, one of the three men seated above, cultivated the Meng Family's Red Flag Order. Though he was not an elder of the Meng Family, he was still connected to them by countless threads and ties. Meng Zhao had no choice but to be extra cautious.
Yet after considering it again and again, he still decided to follow his heart. Zhao Hun's very existence was a threat to him. He had to be removed as soon as possible, or he might bring even greater trouble and hidden dangers