The man gave a miserable laugh and murmured, "That's right... it really is... meaningless..."
His body stiffened, then convulsed, and he stopped breathing, his eyes wide open. He had died with his eyes unclosed.
Zuo Xiaoduo swiftly sprang up and activated the Thousand-Mile Bright Moon Movement Technique again. Amid gentle flickers of moonlight, he slipped silently three hundred zhang away.
As for the identity of the man he had killed, his name, or his background, Zuo Xiaoduo had no interest whatsoever.
Since they were enemies, why bother exchanging names?
If I die, I'm a corpse; if you die, it's exactly the same. All beings are equal-nothing more than that!
There was nothing to resent, nothing to feel unreconciled about. We were merely fighting with our lives on the line.
Zuo Xiaoduo looked at the pitch-black forest behind him, then at the sky and the endless meteor shower falling from it, seemingly without end. A surge of bold spirit rose in his heart.
He murmured to himself, "Ever since I came into this world, I never planned on going back alive!"
"Come on! Who's afraid of whom?!"
"Seven Space Rings in the bag already!"
With such a handsome haul, Zuo Xiaoduo was naturally pleased. But although he had read that last man's physiognomy, he had received no Fortune Points-the man had already met his fate. Saying anything afterward was merely firing a cannon after the battle.
What Fortune Points could there possibly be?
Zuo Xiaoduo was very disappointed.
How wonderful it would be if that counted too.
Yet his heart also felt somewhat heavy.
The first five Infant Transformation cultivators were one thing.
Even in a head-on fight, Zuo Xiaoduo would not have feared them. He might not even have needed to reveal his trump cards!
But those last two had