"Why!"
"Why?"
"Why... huh, huh huh..."
As the sun set in the west and the waves crashed against the rocks, Xu Xiaoshou lay limp on a large stone, weakly howling as if all his energy had been drained.
In truth, even his vitality and vigor were completely exhausted with the death of the last Dao Xuanji.
His eyes were vacant, as though his life's final goal was complete, unsure of where to head next, just slumping over the reef, letting the seawater soak his clothes, watching the clouds move westward, feeling his heart die at a glance.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou had "died."
Unlike the "death" of a young prodigy, Dao Xuanji was truly killed.
Dragging his feet, Xu Xiaoshou killed over seven hundred incarnations of hers scattered around the world, taking both time and effort.
Amongst them were strong ones and weak ones; in truth, the combination of Phantom Swords Technique and Will Path could have killed her standing still.
Yet, a play had to be performed.
