Of those who had fought alongside Saint Lord Taichu back then, barely any were still alive. Most of them were already dead. Weren't they pitiful too? They were pitiful beyond measure, but why did Saint Lord Taichu not feel even the slightest heartache for them? It was not that he felt no pain at all; he simply believed that pain was useless. The rankings on any leaderboard were cruel. If you had strength, you would naturally climb upward. If you lacked strength, you had to fall.
After all, no one had forced them to fight Saint Lord Taichu. In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, even if all their strength were leveled out, they might not be half as powerful as him. Saint Lord Taichu had already fought across the world without finding an equal. If these people could truly defeat him, then, frankly speaking, he would have no need to keep seeking challengers. But none of them could beat him, and they kept provoking him from behind the scenes. That was why he had always felt that these people had no strength and were merely causing trouble here. It had no meaning at all. But so what? Even if it was meaningless, having someone come challenge you was still far better than staying here alone with no one near you. Saint Lord Taichu was especially afraid of loneliness. He had always believed that someone had to challenge him alongside him, that someone had to constantly spur him on from behind, for him to have room and opportunity to improve. If there was no one at all, then in the days to come, he would most likely become a complete waste. Anyone who had kept fish understood this principle. If you wanted a fish to remain alive and full of vitality, the