Bang, bang, bang!
The abacus collided with the two flying swords, both disintegrating into sword qi, leaving only the one flying sword aimed at his brow, momentarily hindered by the abacus:
"No!"
Zuo Qiuming, already gravely injured, was beyond rescue.
A soft "ding" was heard.
The flying sword pierced straight through his brow.
With a thud,
Zuo Qiuming fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
Fu Changsheng waved his sleeve, and the Hundred Treasures Pouch from Zuo Qiuming floated gently over to him. He collected the pouch, and after Autumn Cicada and Xiaoqing had respectively devoured the soul and the corpse, he immediately took off on the Flying Ship, leaving Qilian Mountain, fearing the fight would attract passing Tribulation Cultivators, coming like mantises hunting cicadas only to be ambushed by orioles.
The Flying Ship returned nonstop to the foot of Luofeng Mountain.
In his mind, that familiar mechanical voice resounded once more:
"Ding"
