Given this lineup of martial strength, if it had been the Meng Zhao who had suffered internal injuries, depleted qi and blood, and greatly damaged foundations after his battle with Gebhu Dharma King, then he truly might have fallen into their trap. Of course, that referred purely to strength, without factoring in Meng Zhao's Trump Cards.
But now, with the Eclosion Worm within him and having gone through one cycle of cocooning and breaking free, not only had his injuries, qi and blood, and foundations all fully recovered, they had even improved to a certain extent. What the outcome would be was hard to predict.
Like Meng Zhao, Niu Dali and Yuan Bin carefully observed the five members of the Pudu Cult when they saw them, weighing the others' presence. Yet the longer they looked, the colder their hearts became. They had a constant feeling that they were truly in for disaster this time, and that the situation was far more dire than before.
Setting aside everything else, those two leading great monks alone, judging by their auras, might not have matched Gebhu Dharma King, but they were opponents of the same level. One only needed to hold Meng Zhao back while the other slaughtered them all. How could they possibly resist?
The Pudu Cult group used their lightness skills to leap over and arrived before the gates of Taoyun Residence. They also saw Meng Zhao's group of three standing silently beneath the ancient tree, waiting, and were equally shocked.
Especially the fierce-looking great monk with a face full of flesh; he pointed at Meng Zhao and cried in disbelief,
"You, you, you—how can you be completely fine? Could it be that your injuries that day were all fake?"
That day, in Meng Zhao's peak battle against Gebhu Dharma King,