Meng Zhao's rise was like a comet tearing across the dark heavens, blazing brilliantly for a time.
While gaining immense fame, he naturally became a choice prize in the eyes of countless martial artists eager to make a name for themselves.
Just think about it: Meng Zhao was already one of the foremost geniuses in the world. If someone could defeat Meng Zhao, would they not instantly become a powerhouse renowned throughout the land? Faced with such a tremendous temptation, who could resist it?
Thus, within the Pudu Cult, there had been a rather confident genius who had wanted to seek out Meng Zhao, challenge him, defeat him—
And climb to prominence upon Meng Zhao's shoulders.
Unfortunately, it had never come to pass. It was not because that genius lacked confidence or shrank back before the battle, but because the Cult Master had reined him in, pointing out the deficiencies in his cultivation and even declaring that if he truly challenged the Dragon King, he would be defeated within three moves—a humiliation he would bring upon himself.
As the Cult Master of the Pudu Cult, the soul of the sect and a Grandmaster-level powerhouse, his discernment and knowledge were beyond dispute. That genius naturally did not dare question the Cult Master's judgment. He could only suppress the urge, devote himself to cultivation, and hope to mend his own flaws and weaknesses before challenging Meng Zhao once he had sufficient confidence.
The matter had caused no small stir within the cult at the time. That genius had always been known for his courage within the cult, yet the Cult Master believed him incapable of withstanding even three moves from Meng Zhao. How could that not stir everyone's curiosity about Meng Zhao?
Therefore, whether it was the Heavenly Maiden or this fierce,