To Meng Zhao, there were not many of Lingwu City's so-called major powers that were worthy of speaking with him, much less becoming his opponents. Even the so-called three great aristocratic families meant nothing to him without Grandmaster Combat Power.
But the Pudu Cult was different. It was an immensely mysterious and powerful force. Its Cult Master was a Grandmaster, while the Four Great Dharma Kings beneath him were all experts at the Innate Limit. Meng Zhao had crossed hands with three of them, and had severely wounded all three, forging a hatred as irreconcilable as the sky and earth.
More than that, the Pudu Cult was wildly ambitious, gathering cult followers and believers everywhere with ill intent. It would likely become a great calamity.
After returning, Meng Zhao had already sent a letter to Meng Jizu, informing him of the Pudu Cult's existence and detailing this sect's various outrageous acts. Unfortunately, due to the time involved, he had yet to receive a reply.
He had not expected to learn from the Zhou Family today of news possibly connected to the Pudu Cult. Beyond his shock, his heart could not help but grow heavier.
If it was truly as he suspected, the Pudu Cult's hidden power was likely far more terrifying than he had imagined. The Pudu Cult had forces in Yanzhou and in Lingwu City as well—what about Ji Prefecture and Liang Prefecture?
Thinking more deeply, when the Pudu Cult had coerced Yuan Bin into joining the cult and plotted against the Qing Prefecture Yuan Family, did that mean it had already brought quite a few powers under its control through similar methods?
And Meng Zhao had always felt that the Pudu Cult was too quiet. After he had defeated the Three Great Dharma Kings of the Cult Protection,