This True Venerable was already ancient, yet people had still given him the nickname Pixiu. From that alone, it was clear his conduct had indeed provoked no small amount of disgust.
But what could anyone do about it? A True Venerable who was tottering with age yet still capable of fighting—who would be willing to get serious with him?
As mentioned before, the Out-of-Body Realm was different from the Nascent Soul Realm. There was no possibility of combat strength gradually declining with age.
Even if a True Venerable attempted to break through to the Soul-Splitting Realm at five thousand five hundred years old, the odds would not drop by much. The difference was obvious.
Qu Jianlei, however, had never heard Jin Ge mention this man, so he asked curiously, "Doesn't he consider how his people will be treated after he dies?"
"After he dies, who cares if the floodwaters reach the heavens?" True Venerable Tianli snorted coldly. "He's a man who couldn't be more self-centered!"
People like that existed everywhere. It had little to do with the social environment they were in; it was purely a personal factor.
"He has no disciples, only a small family," True Venerable Song added.
"Someone once threatened him with his descendants, and he personally killed the descendant with the greatest potential... just to prove he wouldn't be threatened."
"That way of thinking... he must be seriously sick," Qu Jianlei frowned. "How did he advance to True Venerable?"
"Because he's pure enough," Qingkong answered this time. After all, after reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, he too had severed karma with his descendants.
But he was not as extreme as Pixiu. He had even been willing to spare Fang Zhenghao's descendants, merely wanting to sever karma cleanly.
Still, he could understand such thinking to some degree.