The True Dragon's Remains

"Thud—"

Hearing the faintly indifferent words Ning Wangshu had spoken, the old man could no longer contain his fear. He dropped to his knees on the spot.

He stared at Ning Wangshu, drenched in cold sweat, and stammered in terror, "G-Great Grandmaster, please forgive me! This old fool failed to recognize Mount Tai and spoke recklessly, offending you just now. I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive my ignorance!"

Young Master Meng was just as stunned. He swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

Indeed, the Meng family had a formidable foundation. They had once produced a Golden Core Great Grandmaster, and now the family had two Grandmasters at the Ninth Level of the Forming Yuan Stage, along with several top experts whose cultivation was at least at the Seventh Level of the Forming Yuan Stage.

With a foundation like that, the Meng family could certainly be said to rule over one part of the Cultivation World, ranking below only those forces with a Golden Core Great Grandmaster at their helm.

But in front of a Golden Core Great Grandmaster, the Meng family's foundation was nothing worth mentioning.

A Great Grandmaster's power was enough to wipe out all the Meng family's so-called powerful experts with a mere flip of the hand. That was why the old man had dropped to his knees and admitted defeat without hesitation as soon as he realized Ning Wangshu was a Golden Core Great Grandmaster.

After all, his earlier words had been a grave insult to Ning Wangshu, a Golden Core Great Grandmaster. If Ning Wangshu truly flew into a rage, it was entirely possible that the entire Meng family would be wiped out!

Young Master Meng understood this as well. After recovering from his shock, he hesitated only briefly before gritting his teeth and kneeling