"870,000 battle merit points!"
Somewhere on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, Zhao Wuji checked his total battle merit points once more, his eyes brimming with excitement.
It had to be said that Eminent Monk Zhao had worked quite hard. Over the past thousand years, he had hunted everywhere while also evading Nezha's pursuit.
And his achievements were exceptionally formidable.
A full 870,000 battle merit points, firmly holding first place on the Daluo Golden Immortal battle merit rankings. No one could shake his position.
The second-place Agarwood had only just reached 100,000 battle merit points, while the rest, including Yang Jian, were all trash.
What puzzled Zhao Wuji, however, was that Xiao Erniu, that useless piece of trash, still only had a little over a thousand battle merit points. What a complete waste. He had disgraced the Nine Heavens Continent, disgraced the Chaos Holy Land, and disgraced Heavenly Emperor Zhao himself.
Zhao Wuji grumbled inwardly, but he soon grew smug.
Judging by the current situation, no one could beat him to exchanging for the Donghuang Bell.
"In another hundred years or so at most, I'll have enough battle merit points to exchange for the Donghuang Bell." Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with confidence.
Besides this good news, he had also received good news from Mahāsthāmaprāpta.
Not long ago, he had met up with Mahāsthāmaprāpta and learned from him that the two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, greatly appreciated him and intended to bestow a Vajra Sarira upon him.
It was said to have been left behind by a great Buddhist School cultivator who had cultivated the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body to the quasi-Saint realm before dying in battle.
Normally, quasi-Saint experts like that would not die. But after the Two Realms Battlefield appeared, the casualties among the Primordial World's quasi-Saints had multiplied.
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