"If I'd ignored the Supreme Foundation, I would've won? Why?"
Nan Zhentian froze. Confusion spread across his face; he did not understand what Qin An meant.
His life force was fading, and he could die at any moment. He no longer had the strength to resist.
But before he died, he wanted to understand what had happened. He could not bear to die without knowing why.
Qin An said calmly, "If you'd ignored the Peerless Foundation, what would it have mattered if it vanished or was destroyed? At least you could have fought to your heart's content."
"With your power at half a step from the Heaven-Human Realm, coupled with the Secret Art you used, you might truly have killed me. And once you had, the Peerless Foundation might well have been saved."
Nan Zhentian drew a deep breath. A flicker of regret crossed his eyes.
He did regret it. If he had done as Qin An said, he might truly have killed Qin An and even found a way to survive, rather than facing death as he was now.
But sometimes that was how things went: those caught in the game were blind, while onlookers saw clearly.
He had been caught in the game. Amid such a fierce battle and so many unexpected turns, he had forgotten to stop and think.
The victor became king; the loser became a bandit.
Nan Zhentian closed his eyes. "I never imagined the Great Qian Kingdom would produce someone like you."
After that, Nan Zhentian said nothing more.
The last of his life force drained away. A wisp of gray-white qi appeared on his body and swiftly spread from head to toe.
In just a few breaths, it enveloped him. Then Nan Zhentian's corpse turned to ash and vanished from the street.
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