When the elderly man halted his steps, he had already retreated dozens of paces.
Moreover, his figure flickered between brightness and darkness, as if it might become unstable and dissipate at any moment.
"Respected might," the elderly man sized up Xu Zimei before he finally spoke.
"Do you wish to continue?" Zimo asked.
"No need, even if my true self were to come, it would not be different, you have won," the elderly man said with a smile.
"According to the rules, since you have defeated my remnant soul, the legacy that I've left behind naturally belongs to you."
Upon hearing the elderly man's words, Xu Zimei was slightly taken aback.
He hadn't thought about the legacy before, assuming it was just a simple exchange of moves.
Looking at the smile on the elderly man's face, Zimo suddenly felt as if the other party had anticipated this outcome from the beginning.
"We are both Divine Kings, it seems somewhat a waste for you to give me your legacy," Zimo said.
