Chapter 350

Clang—

Li Miao let go, the handle, only a foot long, fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, splashing some blood and sprinkling it on the front hem of Yan Song's python robe.

Yan Song took half a step back.

He originally thought he would bump into the officials behind him, but he forced himself to stop, and there was no tactile sensation from behind. Looking back, he found that the officials behind him had all retreated and sat on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The crowd that had pushed him to the front of the Fengtian Hall had already pulled a considerable distance away from him.

Yan Song turned his head back.

Li Miao tilted his head and smiled at him.

Cultivating life and nature, he no longer needed the "eight-hour workday" to maintain his realm, and was in a state of four-path integration at any time. With the particle held by Profound Observation, his force and internal energy were all gathered into a single line, so his normal moves wouldn't have much of a scene.

But the golden melon hammer in his hand couldn't withstand his move, and it started to disintegrate as soon as it was swung a foot, so he could only diffuse his internal energy to gather the fragments, which created the current scene.

But now it seems, it was just right.

The scarlet gully, dozens of zhang long, lay in front of the Fengtian Hall, and also drew a clear and bloody boundary between Li Miao and the hundred officials.

Since the founding of the Great Ming, the heavenly beings who had been removed from the court by the Taizu Emperor for nearly two hundred years officially stepped back onto the stage today.

The status of major Jianghu sects, the relationship between groups and individuals, the boundary between Jianghu and the court, which is superior between power and force... after today, everything will change.

But let's focus on the present first.

Yan Song still had a calm expression, but his hands in his long sleeves were tightly clenched.

An Qisheng hadn't made a move in front of him, and the heavenly beings of the Eastern Depot didn't have Li Miao's realm, and Li Miao hadn't really fought An Qisheng last night, so in his impression, it was still "civil is superior to martial," and that "fourth-rank martial artist" last night was also a feeling.

Now he knew he was wrong.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle... and he had miscalculated the bargaining chips in the opponent's hands from the root. The allies who died today were the price he had to pay.

The hearts of the people he fanned today also dissipated.

Even after today, except for himself who had An Qisheng's protection, all his allies would be under Li Miao's threat at any time. The Emperor issues a decree, Li Miao acts, no one can survive.

He looked at Li Miao.

"You won today."

He lifted his front hem gracefully, knelt on the ground with a thud, his forehead pressed to the ground, only an inch away from the bloody gully.

"Your Majesty, wise."

As he said this, the other officials also reacted, no longer able to care about shock or fear, and knelt down one after another, kowtowing, shouting in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise—"

Li Miao looked at Yan Song kneeling in front of him and sneered.

"Worthy of being a person who reached the peak of the Great Ming officialdom, kneeling down decisively, allies dying in front of him without sorrow, kneeling in front of enemies without anger, truly—a shameless old thing."

Yan Song acted as if he hadn't heard, without any movement.

"But the more shameless you are, the more I feel I should kill you today. A shameless opponent is much harder to deal with than a shameless one."

Li Miao said softly.

Before the words fell, his fingers moved slightly, and a wisp of subtle internal energy pointed out silently, rushing straight at Yan Song.

On the surface, he couldn't directly kill the Grand Secretary and the head of the hundred officials. But planting means in secret, letting Yan Song "die suddenly in fear" after leaving the palace, was a price he could bear.

Swish—

Just as it reached Yan Song, it made a loud noise, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and dissipated suddenly.

Li Miao's eyes narrowed, and he instantly found a pair of old eyes in the crowd.

"You really came."

An Qisheng.

He really wouldn't let Yan Song put his head under Li Miao's knife. After disguising himself, he mixed in and used that intangible protective internal energy to block Li Miao's means.

Li Miao raised his hand and hooked his finger at him, ignoring everyone else. "Since you've made a move, do you want to practice?"

An Qisheng in the crowd closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Li Miao's mouth curled up.

"Your state is indeed wrong. You didn't want to move last night, you couldn't move. You are also dragging, waiting. Now, you don't dare to fight me for life or death."

"Then I'm going to kill people, okay?"

"No matter what plans you have, now that you don't dare to move, I will kill your people one by one. When only a few bare poles are left, I will break you... one by one."

An Qisheng and Yan Song acted as if they hadn't heard.

So Li Miao's smile became more rampant, he turned his head, looked at Zhu Zai in the Fengtian Hall, and nodded at him.

Zhu Zai immediately understood and said loudly.

"In the Nanjing matter, after investigation by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the following officials colluded with the Nanjing eunuch, accepted bribes, and covered for him."

"Director of the Ministry of Personnel, Yu Mingyu."

Bang!

The person whose name was called suddenly raised his head, his pupils dilated to the limit, and he opened his mouth to cry injustice. The next moment, a hole the size of a fist exploded in his heart.

"Gurgle—"

The cry of injustice that hadn't formed a sentence was cut off by the blood surging up his throat, the corpse fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then didn't move.

Li Miao stretched out his finger, narrowed his eyes, and his lips moved.

"Bang."

The officials at the very front trembled, their foreheads pressed tighter and tighter to the ground.

So Zhu Zai continued to read.

"Censorate, Censor, Huang Guangqi."

Bang!

"Junior Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Song Huaide."

Bang!

"Assistant Prefect of Shuntian, Han Yunzhang."

Bang!

One name after another was spoken by Zhu Zai, and every time a name landed, someone suddenly raised their head in fear, and the next moment, they were killed by Li Miao with a "Profound Heaven Finger."

Each one was a high official in the capital who could call the wind and rain, each one could decide the life and death of countless people with a stroke of a pen, and each one was a staunch henchman Yan Song had accumulated over more than ten years of governance.

Now, their blood was splashing on the ground like it was worthless, seeping into the brick seams, disappearing along with their lives.

After a while, Zhu Zai had read more than a dozen names.

More than a dozen corpses lay in the crowd.

He continued to read.

"Five Military Governor's Office Registrar, Lin Qi."

Li Miao pointed out as usual.

The sharp internal energy of the Ming Cult's unique skill, Profound Heaven Finger, instantly reached the person's heart.

Bang.

But it made a muffled sound, and then dissipated suddenly.

The man turned pale, fell backward, crawled backward with his hands and feet, and kept making out-of-tune screams, causing chaos in the crowd.

Li Miao glanced at An Qisheng.

He raised his hand again and pointed a Profound Heaven Finger at the man.

This time, An Qisheng didn't stop him.

The heart was pierced, and the man fell on another official, losing his breath.