Shi Shenzong did not tremble and did not pant. He had nearly exhausted his lifeforce and his body stiffened, unable to move anymore.
He could not look up and see Zhou Xuanji's expression.
He said with great difficulty, "I'm not done yet."
Zhou Xuanji frowned; this fellow seemed unable to accept his loss.
"Since it was just a spar, and there's no enmity between us, why are you unwilling to give up unless I kill you?" Zhou Xuanji said coldly. Seeing Shi Shenzong like this made him feel quite disappointed.
After all, he was a Grandmaster of the Way of the Sword and should be able to meet victories and defeats with equanimity.
As long as the mountain remained, one did not have to worry about not having firewood.
"I was already a dead person," Shi Shenzong said emotionlessly as he closed his eyes.
After losing to a member of the later generation, how could he still have the face to continue walking on this world.
