But how could Meng Zhao be an ordinary man?
Before encountering Wei Qi, even with the Purple Origin Dragon Body, Meng Zhao would inevitably have been outmatched against an Innate Limit expert like the Gebhu Dharma King. At best, he could have relied on the Emperor Yu Battle Armor to maintain an undefeated stalemate.
Yet after subduing Wei Qi, coming to Kun'nan, entering the Mishui Immortal Palace, and undergoing one change after another, gaining numerous fortuitous encounters, his cultivation might have only deepened and settled somewhat, without any breakthrough transformation.
However, his combat methods had long since become incomparable to what they once were, and his foundation had grown immensely profound.
Let alone martial artists of the present age—even throughout all of history, Meng Zhao did not believe there was anyone among the Innate whom he needed to fear.
Such thoughts carried a faint trace of arrogance, but they were also the truth. Thus, faced with the Gebhu Dharma King's persuasion, Meng Zhao paid it no mind and said calmly,
"Dharma King, I appreciate your kindness, but Yuan Bin is my brother and friend. Today, he has met with misfortune and suffered oppression from your Pudu Cult. I truly cannot retreat, nor can I stand aside and do nothing.
Among those of the martial world, martial prowess comes first. Why not have a satisfying fight today, Dharma King? If you win, I will turn and leave without another word. But if I win, Dharma King, why not withdraw today and grant this youngster some face?"
The Gebhu Dharma King's blood and qi surged like a suddenly risen sea of blood. Hearing this, he burst into laughter, his gaunt face filled with excitement.
"Good lad, I understand your intentions. Very well, let us see the truth beneath our hands."
With that,