“What did you just say?” the White-Haired Boxer King said, his eyes blank from shock. “He's not dead? How can he not be dead? I saw him dissolved by the toxic mist. There wasn’t even a corpse left behind. How could he be back now? Was he resurrected?”

“I don’t know. But he’s reached godly ascension. The upside is that when we assessed him, his godhood rating was low. So you don’t need to worry about that. He’s still a nobody, so killing him should be as easy as squashing an ant.”

WHACK!

The White-Haired Boxer King slapped the grand elder on the side of the face, much to the man’s surprise.

“Sir, why did you hit me?”

“You think he’ll be as easy to kill as an ant? He’s much cleverer than that. He fooled even me! This entire thing was a big trick. The brat is obviously far, far stronger than he’s letting on, so much so that he could fool me into thinking he was dead. And he even stole a Ten-Directions Many-Heavens Pill from me at the same time. That’s the only explanation for why I couldn't divine the location of the pill. The fact that he dares to return to the sect now shows...