"..."
Chen Qiu looked oddly at the ragged young man covered in wounds before him. This was the Myriad Demon Child Scholar had praised so highly?
The kind who supposedly could not be killed no matter what?
He looked like nothing more than an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his luck did not seem particularly good either.
At this moment—
Within Poison Mist Marsh.
A Fourth-Layer Golden Core Wraith that had already lain down silently rose again, then soundlessly emerged from Poison Mist Marsh. Within a few breaths, it arrived behind Myriad Demon Child and casually slapped down with one hand.
"I want this world—"
Slap!
Myriad Demon Child's savage roar abruptly stopped. His entire body then exploded into a cloud of blood mist, scattering between heaven and earth.
"Don't let your guard down, Brother Qiu!"
Scholar, sitting cross-legged atop the bearded brute's body behind them, wore a wary expression as he hurriedly controlled his flying swords to circle overhead, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings. This time, he had to discover what method Myriad Demon Child used to escape his pursuit time and time again.
"This thief's methods are as unfathomable as ghosts and gods. He absolutely could not have died so easily!"
"For all we know, he may have already feigned death and fled a thousand miles away!"
"Uh..."
After hesitating for a moment, Fat Dragon still raised a finger and poked Scholar at the root of his thigh as he sat cross-legged on the brute. "Well, Scholar, let me ask you something. If someone's name disappears from the leaderboard, does that mean they're dead?"
"Of course. How could the Heavenly Dao Leaderboard list a dead person's name?"
Though he did not know why Fat Dragon suddenly asked this.
Scholar still answered quickly, his face vigilant. Yet he