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    A deep breath was exhaled slowly. The once greatest man in the world, on his last breaths.


    Surrounded by countless enemies, friends,acquaintances, faces both smiling and scowling.


    Some were crying, some were celebrating, each with their own reasons and causes.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    "Ling Chi, you look weak and pathetic."


    "Ling Chi, why must you go?"


    "Ling Chi, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of death down?"


    "Ling Chi, I''m so sorry."


    Having mastered the Dao of Death many, many years ago, he finally allowed the Death Qi, that had been blockaded from his heart solely by his cultivation, to invade his body. He dissipated all the spirits around him. It went quiet, deathly quiet. Something he hadn''t experienced in a long time.


    Drawing his last breath, he whispered, "If only I had..."


    Shutting his eyes, waiting for the feeling of death...