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"Why..."

At this moment, atop a mountain peak behind the Caotian Sect, the Sect Master of the Caotian Sect sat on Zhao Yishi's shoulder, gazing vacantly at the name Chen Qiu, who led with a cliff-like advantage on the "Heavenly Dao Evil Killing Ranking" list, and muttered to himself.

"Why isn't such a Heavenly Pride one of us from the Caotian Sect."

"How did he end up at the Chao Tian Sect, which is almost our equal?"

He had just rushed back from Fei State, preparing to stage a play for Zhao Yishi, when the Heavenly Dao Decree announcing the Evil Clan's invasion arrived.

Although he did not know by what means Chen Qiu had slaughtered so many members of the Evil Clan.

Given the terrifying gap he had created, he must certainly be like a demon incarnate; he felt a twinge of regret for bringing Zhao Yishi back to Fei State. If Zhao Yishi had witnessed this scene, it would surely have ignited the longing in his heart.

And thus spurred a strong desire to fight.

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"Heavenly Dao Evil Killing Ranking"

"Rank One": Chen Qiu, Number of Kills: 140,319.

"Rank Two": Yan Yuanzhen, Number of Kills: 392.

"Rank Three": Gong Bochu, Number of Kills: 341.

"Rank Four": ...

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To what extent was the cliff-like difference exaggerated? There were 1,000 people on the list, and the combined kill count of the 999 people from the second to the last rank did not match up to Chen Qiu's kill count alone.

And everyone else's kill count had stopped rising.

Only Chen Qiu's count was still climbing rapidly.

"..."

Standing within the mountain at the rear, Zhao Yishi too looked at Chen Qiu's frightening kill count on the "Heavenly Dao Evil Killing Ranking" and felt increasingly that his decision to yield when he descended into the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm with Chen Qiu had been the right one.

This person was a true unparalleled Heavenly Pride.

As the Caotian Sect Master looked at Zhao Yishi, whose expression didn't waver too much, he could not help but feel a sense of disappointment and said, "Don't you feel even a bit of jealousy or envy?"

"Shouldn't a person have some negative emotions?"

"Your peer who entered the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm with you has now become a legendary Heavenly Pride and even obtained the Magic Practitioner inheritance, don't you feel the slightest bit of envy?"

"No."

Zhao Yishi shook his head. Due to the excessive movement, he almost sent the Sect Master flying off his shoulder and said with a deep voice, "There must be those who act as the splendid flower, but there must also be those who serve as the green leaves."

"Those who should be the splendid flower should contentedly be the best splendid flower they can be."

"Those who should be the green leaves should contentedly be the best green leaves they can be."

"If one is clearly a green leaf but insists on trying to be the splendid flower, then real suffering ensues."

"I think my life is quite good as it is.

"If I must say there's something I want, it would be a woman."

"..."

After a lengthy silence, the Caotian Sect Master spoke softly, "Go fuck yourself."

"What?"

"I said, go! fuck! yourself!"

"You're expelled from the sect!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

...

"..."

Meanwhile, in the once empty Earth Cave, a thick scent of blood wafted through the air.

The Nascent Soul of the Evil Clan, standing aloft, looked down silently at the white circle below, which was now ringed with piles of minced meat as high as small hills.

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Until now, they had only brought out a single piece of Evil Wood, and no second piece had emerged.

The ferocious Evil Clan Warriors who were so fearsome on normal days were now trembling like leaves far away, adamantly refusing to step into the white circle again. The expensive Teleportation Array they had built resembled the entrance to the underworld.

Enter one, one dies.

Enter ten, ten die.

Clearly, someone was blocking the exit of the Teleportation Array. Where had those Golden Core Peak Evil Clan Warriors gone that he had sent through? Could they all really be dead? Although he was puzzled that the Golden Core Peak Evil Clan Warriors didn't return during the retreat from the other three locations.

He was so blinded by the lust for Evil Wood that he paid no attention to it.

Until now...

Suddenly, a flash of horror crossed the eyes of the Nascent Soul... could it be... that a Nascent Soul had been born there?

Otherwise, why was not a single one of his thirty-six Golden Core Peak Evil Clan Warriors in sight?

...

"Hmm? No more opponents?"

Fat Long, holding a blood-dripping sword, stood at the outer edge of the white circle, sticking his head out and licking his lips with a sense of unfulfilled craving.

After the Evil Clan invasion concluded, those on the leaderboard would receive different rewards according to their ranking.

By this point, the advantage was entirely theirs.

Therefore, Brother Qiu let them finish off the severely wounded members of the Evil Clan to ensure they'd also make it onto the ranking. He was currently in third place, with the scholar in second—damn that guy, killing slightly faster than him.

As for the scholar's younger brother, he didn't make it onto the ranking.

The scholar's younger brother didn't lift a finger.

Chen Qiu, hovering in mid-air, with ten thousand Thunder Dragons swirling around him, also looked at the white circle below with some confusion. That was it—no one left. He hadn't had such a satisfying kill in a long time. The sensation of mowing them down was truly exhilarating.

It's just a shame...

There were too few of them.

And at that moment—

The white vortex at his feet suddenly began to dim, and simultaneously, the nine Golden Core Peak Nascent Souls from the Evil Clan at the edge of the Boundless Icefield, as if summoned, turned into nine streaks of light and disappeared into the white vortex in an instant.

Simultaneously,

Twenty-seven streaks of light also shot from afar, instantly entering the white vortex and vanishing. Subsequently, the white vortex slowly closed, but just as it was about to shut,

a large amount of Evil Clan corpses and minced flesh were tossed out like trash.

Thus, after the white circle disappeared, only the mountains of minced limbs and flesh remained piled upon the Boundless Icefield, as the howling cold wind swept through and the once flowing blood quickly froze together.