Under normal circumstances, Meng Zhao was actually in a rather perilous position.
His injuries were severe, his vital essence depleted, his inner strength exhausted. His combat power had fallen below forty percent—he was weaker than ever before.
Yet he had no capable, trustworthy guards at his side, only Yuan Bin and Niu Dali before him.
Yuan Bin had only just met him. Though he had suffered such grave injuries because Meng Zhao had come to his aid, there were no few people in this world who forgot kindness and betrayed righteousness, and even fewer who repaid kindness with enmity. It was difficult to say that Yuan Bin would certainly be grateful to Meng Zhao rather than harm him.
Then there was Niu Dali. He and Meng Zhao had indeed hit it off at first sight, and their relationship had grown more harmonious over these past days. But it was far too utilitarian; it was not a genuine resonance of hearts with Meng Zhao.
Moreover, he came from the Demonic Path. Killing men and drinking blood were commonplace to him, and his character was difficult to trust. Now that he knew Meng Zhao's true identity, it was not impossible that wicked thoughts might arise in him.
Especially since these two men—one possessed formidable martial strength and an exceptional body-tempering method, like an ancient mighty bull demon; the other had unique skills and secret insect-controlling arts, with exquisite and ever-changing methods.
If they joined forces to plot against an Innate Master with less than forty percent of his combat power remaining, it would be a disaster for anyone.
However, Meng Zhao's skill gave him courage. With the Emperor Yu Battle Armor, which he had always kept secret, protecting him, he did not fear that the two might harbor any venomous intentions. Instead,