The people behind Jiang Dong wanted to continue speaking, but Jiang Dong interrupted them, saying, "Alright, that's enough."
He and Heming had both read about the previous Demon King in their master's notes. Indeed, as he said, the Heavenly Emperor killed the newly appointed Demon King on the grounds that he would surely cause chaos in the Three Realms.
It was precisely because of this that Master had always lived in seclusion in the dense forests of the mountains.
Every time the moon is full, Master would sit in the courtyard with her notebook in hand, and stay there all night long.
At first, they didn't understand and were too young to ask. But as they gradually came to know their master, they dared to ask, and their master then told them everything.
It was then that they learned that their cold-hearted master had also fallen in love. However, in the end, this ill-fated relationship was destroyed by so-called justice, and her heart turned completely cold until the appearance of the two of them, because they reminded her of the person she used to be.
Back then, their master told them to uphold the justice in their hearts and to protect this world.
His sense of justice was to bring Heming back, remove the demonic energy from his body, and even if he couldn't become an immortal, he couldn't let him be scorned by the world.
Jiang Dong reached out his hand to He Ming, "He Ming, come back with me. We'll go find our master, and he'll remove the demonic energy from you."
He Ming laughed loudly: "Jiang Dong, do you really think the people behind you will let us go back to see our master?"
You trusted them too much. Look back, they were just using you.
No... you could say they were also being used, used to kill me.
I feel so sorry for the people behind you…
Jiang Dong saw that He Ming was stubborn and unrepentant, but he still felt a little reluctant. He Ming was the closest person to him in this world besides his master, and he really couldn't bear to kill him.
Compared to Jiang Dong's reluctance, the heavenly soldiers behind him were fearless. They all picked up their long swords and rushed towards He Ming.
The scene was filled with the clash of swords and the chaos of battle, leaving Jiang Dong somewhat bewildered.
He Ming did not kill the people who rushed towards him. In his eyes, these people were nothing more than ants, and there was no need to commit murder for them. So he simply prevented them from continuing to fight.
Before long, many people were lying on the ground, unable to stand due to the pain. They were clutching their aching spots and writhing in agony.
He Ming's eyes flashed with contempt, and a wicked smile curved his lips. At this moment, he really did resemble a demon. "Overestimating yourself."
One of them, enduring the pain, shouted to Jiang Dong, "General, aren't you going to make a move? If the Heavenly Emperor punishes us, we will all be punished."
At this moment, the sky was getting dark, and dark clouds were gathering, creating a sudden sense of oppression.
Jiang Dong stared intently, his voice as cold as ice, "He Ming, if you lose, you'll come back with me. If you win, I won't stop you."
"Come on." Without waiting for He Ming's agreement, Jiang Dong raised his hand and thrust his sword at He Ming.
Its aura is imposing, and its moves are fierce.
To outsiders, their moves appeared deadly, but both knew in their hearts that neither intended to kill the other.
Amidst the rising winds and clouds, two voices, one black and one white, clashed repeatedly in the air. The two figures moved with incredible speed, like ghosts.
The two men suffered heavy losses in the end and retreated to one side.
It started to rain, a light, fine rain that didn't even wet our clothes.
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