In suppressing his own Miracle Power, leaving only half his attributes, he defeated him.
Of course, one cannot overlook the factor of Old Luwei's age and frailty.
Yet even so, defeat is defeat.
The Lu Wei Clan never sought any excuse for defeat—the battle was excellent, truly excellent, Old Luwei was completely satisfied!
"Alright, come on."
Old Luwei: "Take my head!"
"Do not worry, for me, Lu Wei of Long Guixiang, dying by your hand is not a disgrace; it is the utmost honor."
"My children, the little devils of my family, will hold no grudge against you."
Old Luwei: "To fight as a warrior till death, and after defeat, to use this insignificant old life to pave the way for my children..."
"..."
"Are you hesitating?"
Old Luwei lowered his head, speaking solemnly, "Do not disappoint me, you are a King after all!"
"!!!"
The old man's words, like a clap of thunder, exploded in Bailuo's mind.
A King must not possess the compassion of a woman.