The matter of defeating An Ming King dragged on for three years.
After An Ming King realized he was no match for them, he began fleeing and hiding.
Lu Yijiang and the other two pursued him relentlessly, growing stronger with every battle. In the end, An Ming King completely lost his will to fight. The moment he sensed their auras, he immediately fled.
That day, An Ming King was finally cornered by the three of them.
An Ming King's expression was exceptionally grim. "Lu Yijiang, I told you long ago that I'm no longer interested in ruling the world, nor am I interested in those ordinary people. The sky is vast and the earth is broad; we should each go our own way. There's no need to fight to the death."
Unmoved, Lu Yijiang said, "An Ming King, I won't let you go. The dozen-odd cities you destroyed and the many people you killed cannot be settled with a single sentence of 'not interested.' You need to pay for what you've done."
An Ming King roared, "What a joke! Do you think you're incarnations of justice? Plenty of people have died at your hands too! Why don't you kill yourselves?"
Lu Yijiang shook his head. "We do not represent justice. We represent only ourselves. I think you did something wrong, and when someone does something wrong, they must pay the price. If Heaven has not punished you, then I will make up for it.
"Of course, if someone in the future thinks I have done something wrong, they are welcome to come find me and put their ideals into practice."
Gao Qi also nodded. "Recently, I learned some things from the Learning Machine, and it made me somewhat unsure whether killing you truly represents justice. But we want to do