Zhao Xuan patrolled the vast Heaven Dou Plains with a gloomy expression, cursing inwardly.
"How has Xiao San improved so quickly? He's almost caught up to me!"
Zhao Xuan felt rather frustrated. When he had first reached the strength of a Titled Douluo, whether it was Tang San or the other little monsters, they had all been far behind him. Now, everyone had caught up.
Though he was certainly pleased, he could not help feeling somewhat lost, especially when his companions continued to improve while he himself made no progress at all.
"Ah..."
Zhao Xuan sighed softly, then looked out over the sprawling plains before him. Before long, he would reach the next city.
The God of Death was not brainless either. Every attack had targeted border towns, never venturing into the heartland of the Heaven Dou Empire. He was probably afraid of being caught by Zhao Xuan.
"But after slaughtering a million living beings, just how much strength has that guy recovered?"
The God of Death had suffered damage to his origin while fighting Zhao Xuan, falling from the level of a demigod and nearly unable to maintain even Rank 99 strength. Then he had suffered further losses after battling Tang San. Perhaps he no longer even possessed the power of Rank 99.
"Who told you not to have a physical body?"
Zhao Xuan shook his head. Though the God of Death's state allowed him to ignore a certain degree of physical damage, his origin was far too easily dispersed.
Perhaps that fellow's body had originally been formed from condensed death energy.
As he sped onward, this thought suddenly surfaced in Zhao Xuan's mind, and it lingered there for a long while.
Before long, a small city appeared in Zhao Xuan's sight.
The tranquil little city was peaceful and