Wang Quan did not want to go to the battlefield either, because he feared death too.
But...
"If none of us goes to the battlefield, when will we ever find [Liu Yong] and kill him?"
"Everyone wants to improve their cultivation. Everyone wants to reach the Purple Mansion Realm before making a move."
"But the question is, how many years will we need to raise our combat strength to the Purple Mansion Realm?"
"Perhaps [Liu Yong] is only about as strong as we are right now!"
"He might be easier to kill now!"
"Besides... at his strongest, he's only at [Purple Mansion], and he hasn't mastered any [Nature Cultivation] methods. If we encounter him, we can still swarm him and beat him to death."
"Even if he unleashes a sudden burst of power and we can't kill him, don't we still have the Grotto Heaven Grand Cultivator?"
"Our role is really that of a vast net-to search for [Liu Yong]."
"If we find him, everything will be easy enough. If we don't... we'll probably have to go to Black Dragon Ridge later."
The Purple-Robed Marquis fell silent.
Wang Quan had a point.
But... the deaths of so many cultivators still left him unwilling to accept it.
He was a prodigy among prodigies, yet a being with his aptitude and cultivation amounted to nothing on this vast battlefield.
He had simply been lucky today. Had his luck been a little worse, he probably would have had to use Present World spells like the others, become a so-called prodigy, and then be killed by a mob.
Even his flesh and blood would have been snatched away.
"This isn't the life I want."
The Purple-Robed Marquis bid Wang Quan farewell. For once, he did not practice this era's cultivation methods. Instead, after some