Chapter 324

Zheng Anqi was silent.

He did not continue to pursue, nor did he make a move; he suddenly stopped his steps, stood in place, lowered his head, and neither spoke nor moved.

Only the Qi ribbons rippling like waves around his body showed that he had completely lost his calm state of mind at this moment.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice.

"How much nobler are you than me?"

He suddenly raised his head, the whites of his eyes completely occupied by blood color, a pair of pitch-black pupils condensed from resentment embedded within, staring fixedly at Li Miao.

That face, identical to Li Miao's, had already been twisted by resentment into a ghost face that could stop children from crying at night.

But as if he were still not satisfied, his left hand curled into a claw and grabbed fiercely at his own face.

Chirp—

Five finger claws left five gullies of upturned flesh on that heroic face.

"Isn't this damn face also sitting on your head?"

"Do you have a choice?"

Chirp, chirp...

His hand kept scratching at his own face, flesh upturned, bits of meat embedded in his fingernails, stuck to his collar, and falling to the ground, yet he scratched as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.

Not until his facial features were gouged away did he let out a satisfied moan.

Now his face was left with only a mass of blurred flesh and two scarlet eyeballs, no longer resembling Li Miao in the slightest.

"Now? Between you and me, who is more like a urinal?"

Li Miao sneered.

"Naturally, whoever holds the urine is more like a urinal."

"Are you holding urine?"

"Oh, forgot, you even inherited the name... you are the outstanding, benchmark-like—superior urinal."

Zheng Anqi was about to bite his teeth to pieces.

When it came to bickering, there was probably only one An Ziyang and one Zheng Yi in this world, one literary and one martial, who could trade a few blows with Li Miao.

And Zheng Anqi, who used a long flute, wore long robes, and read ancient books.

How could he trade blows with Li Miao? If it weren't for the fact that they shared the same ancestor and Li Miao's performance was restricted, how would Zheng Anqi have the qualification to stand there and pant for breath now?

Now he didn't look like an "Immortal Master" at all.

"If you hadn't been taken away back then... could you still say these things?"

He squeezed the words out from between his teeth.

"From birth, facing a pile of faces identical to one's own, having no name until becoming a Heavenly Human, and after becoming a Heavenly Human, having this Xuanlan planted..."

"And I, who could clearly have cultivated my own Xuanlan, clearly possessing peerless talent sufficient to suppress the entire Wu Lin, yet I couldn't even have my own name."

"Zheng Anqi, Zheng Anqi."

"My own face, my own life, my own Wu Gong, my own name... I have nothing, I was forced into being a void shadow!"

"I! Have! Nothing!"

He roared at Li Miao.

"If you hadn't been taken out of Yingzhou back then, you would only be more miserable than me... you're just lucky, lucky, and then you turn back to mock those of us who couldn't escape!"

"What qualification do you have to insult me!"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and spread his hands.

"So what?"

Zheng Anqi's breath stalled.

"I'm lucky, I stand and talk without back pain, I just don't have to suffer your misery... you want to bite me?"

"Besides, do you think if we swapped places, I would be like you?"

Li Miao smiled.

"I'll tell you what I would do."

"I would leave Yingzhou the first moment I became a Heavenly Human, then abolish my Wu Gong, re-cultivate my own Heavenly Human realm, and return upright to destroy Yingzhou!"

Zheng Anqi roared: "You can't do it! Abolishing Wu Gong to re-cultivate, abolishing the Heavenly Human realm to re-cultivate, you would never be able to reach your original realm in this lifetime!"

"So what if I can't?"

Li Miao withdrew his smile.

"If you can't do it, you don't do it?"

"You don't dare to pour out the urine in your own stomach, yet you blame me for calling you a urinal? You said just now that you could have cultivated your own Xuanlan, but I think... you can't."

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Zheng Anqi with disdain.

"Even a whore in a brothel knows that since you've taken the guest's money, don't complain about him using it hard. Since you feel disgusted, throw the money on the ground before you speak."

"Taking the benefits and not willing to throw them away, what qualification do you have to complain?"

"Are you even worthy of cultivating nature?"

Zheng Anqi could no longer speak.

Li Miao's words had pierced deep into his heart, peeling open the outer skin to reveal the bloody interior.

He could not refute.

But as the saying goes: "Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharp knife."

Hatred surged!

The magnanimity he had displayed before, saying that if Li Miao won he would take the inheritance and destroy Yingzhou... vanished into smoke. Only endless resentment remained.

Li Miao sneered.

"That's right, I can't stand you people from Yingzhou, holding a broken flute and pretending, and I can't stand your disgusting appearance even more. If I want the Xuanlan inheritance, I'll find someone to interrogate myself, I don't need you to give it to me."

"I want to beat you to death, you want to beat me to death, spare me that broken look of mutual sympathy and shared misery—I only find it disgusting."

Zheng Anqi said hoarsely: "Good."

The words had been exhausted.

There was no empathy, no mutual sympathy, what remained... was only pure slaughter.

The Qi ribbons surrounding Zheng Anqi compressed again, turning into a Dharma robe draped over his body.

The next instant!

Boom!

The two men's arms overlapped, resentment and frantic gazes collided, the Dharma robe rippled, blood splashed!

Li Miao ignored the corner of the Dharma robe that had pierced into his thigh, threw himself forward, pushed Zheng Anqi out dozens of zhang, houses collapsed and trees fell where they passed, and finally tackled Zheng Anqi to the ground!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three more punches hit in one place, the Dharma robe tore, skin split and flesh opened. And Li Miao's knuckles also cracked, but the smile on his face became even more ferocious!

The next punch was about to fall!

The Dharma robe was broken, the physical body couldn't withstand Li Miao's fist, Zheng Anqi could no longer care about his face, clamped Li Miao's lower leg with both hands and rolled violently! Throwing him away!

Before he could get up, the wall to the side was kicked by Li Miao and exploded!

Like a hungry tiger, Li Miao rushed over again, hands forming claws, sending countless ripples across the Dharma robe!

"This guy... where did he learn his Wu Gong!"

Zheng Anqi gritted his teeth.

He had never heard of Li Miao's fighting style!

Before reaching the Heavenly Human realm, before having healing techniques, how did this guy survive countless fights!

But at this moment he had no time to think about these questions... because Li Miao had once again torn a gap in the Dharma robe! His fingertips had touched his skin, bringing a stinging pain!

Zheng Anqi tilted his head to dodge Li Miao's fist, slapped Li Miao on the shoulder with one palm, trying to beat him back and buy a breath of time.

Just one breath, and his Dharma robe could recover again!

But blood exploded, and he only saw the shoulder Li Miao had been slapped back by him, the exposed bone shards, and the ferocious smile splattered with blood droplets!

Li Miao had dispersed his own protective Qi and hard training!

One punch fell, solidly imprinted on Zheng Anqi's face!