Chapter 359

An Ziyang felt increasingly heavy in his heart, but his face became even more rampant.

"Want me to be buried with you?"

He squinted and glanced around.

"What big talk!"

"Two Supreme Realm, seven Peak Realm, ten Moon-Gazing Realm, all gone?"

"Heh!"

He laughed mockingly.

"Two idiots with a bunch of trash; what, do you think you're not shit just because you're piled up?"

"Qiao Cailian, is your ass better?"

"Stinky monk, did the Commander not knock your head hard enough last time?"

He suddenly roared.

"You all fucking forgot the pain once the wound healed, right!!!"

"If you're sensible, get lost now, and this Battalion Commander will report fewer names from your families. If you continue to stay—wait to be exterminated!"

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked away slowly.

The dozen or so experts were stunned for a while.

They were indeed afraid; what Li Miao did on Mount Song had truly carved fear into the hearts of every one of them.

But along with the fear, greed also rose.

"Why could he reach this realm!"

"Why can't I dominate the Wu Lin like him!"

"Why... why!"

They could not understand Li Miao's peerless talent, nor could they know about Li Miao's "eight-hour workday," so they could only guess in the direction they were most familiar with—Li Miao had a peerless divine art in his hands.

Yingzhou complied with their guesses.

Liu Jin turned the guess into reality.

Thinking that they could also reach Li Miao's realm... all the fear was completely transformed into greed. Sending disciples to scout the path earlier was the greatest degree of patience they could muster. And now, the real treasure was placed right in front of them.

They could no longer hold back.

The Wu Lin, which had been suppressed by the imperial court for nearly two hundred years, could no longer hold back either.

"Hand over the full volume of the Xuanlan technique!"

"Can't let him get away!"

"Die!"

Shouting in unison, the dozen or so first-rate experts and two Celestials rushed toward An Ziyang.

An Ziyang, who had been strolling leisurely, suddenly turned and ran wildly!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Dogshit Eastern Depot, idiot Wu Lin!"

Stepping into the second courtyard, he pressed against the wall.

"Eat shit, you all!"

Boom!!!

The ground suddenly rose, and thousands of catties of "golden juice" surged out like a yellow dragon, rolling toward the experts!

The two Celestials' expressions changed, and they retreated rapidly.

The remaining dozen or so first-rate experts were already roaring with their mouths open; how could they dodge this attack that covered all directions at such close range?

Immediately—"Ugh! "

"An ugh—villain ugh—"

"I will definitely ugh you!"

An Ziyang raised a middle finger behind him, held up an iron umbrella to block the filth falling from above, and continued to run wildly.

Although this method caused great damage, it was limited to the psychological level; at most, the filth of a few constipated commoners could smash a hole in the foreheads of a few experts, but it couldn't restrict their movements.

Not to mention there were two Celestials!

Sure enough, the next moment, Qiao Cailian's voice, filled with hatred, sounded behind An Ziyang.

"Run, run! Weren't you very arrogant that day using Li Miao's prestige? Now that he's not here, be arrogant again for me—"

"Eat shit, you!"

An Ziyang flipped the iron umbrella, flicking the filth on the umbrella surface toward the back.

He hoped Qiao Cailian would care about her face and dodge.

But Qiao Cailian did not.

She waved her hand to brush away the filth with True Qi, not caring at all that her sleeves were already stained, and thrust her sword straight at An Ziyang's side ribs!

The humiliation of having her sword broken by Li Miao and stuck in her ass on Mount Song, and the hatred of not daring to leave her house for the past six months, had overwhelmed her reason—she truly didn't care about her face anymore!

The tip of the sword was already approaching An Ziyang's back in the blink of an eye!

The Gu insects were swept away by the sword Qi, and the hidden weapons were deflected by the True Qi. Heretical paths were still powerless in front of a Celestial.

Seeing the sword tip pierce through his clothes, touch his skin, and the sword Qi seeping into his meridians—An Ziyang shouted loudly!

"Sister Mei, save me!"

Swish!

Cold light suddenly rose!

A section of pitch-black sword blade shot out from the shadows, piercing into Qiao Cailian's heart with lightning speed!

Qiao Cailian's eyes went from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to disbelief in just an instant.

"Ce... estial?"

She looked along the sword blade inserted in her chest, her gaze climbing up the arm, and finally resting on a beautiful and cold face.

She knew this person, one of the four Battalion Commanders under Li Miao, the one who appeared the least and killed the most, a true disciple of the previous generation of the Huashan Sect, now a Battalion Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But at the same time, she was the person she least expected.

Mei Qinghe.

Mei Qinghe, who had only recently reached the Supreme Realm.

"You, this move, what is it called..."

Qiao Cailian raised her hand tremblingly and pressed it on the sword body in her chest.

Puchi.

Mei Qinghe sheathed her sword and replied coldly.

"Before killing others, kill oneself."

"Sword Twenty-Three."

As she spoke, blood flowed from all seven of her orifices, her right hand holding the sword shattered instantly, five fingernails detached from the flesh and fell to the ground, and her sleeves fell off like sand.

Qiao Cailian nodded.

"So, that's how it is."

The corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

An Ziyang rushed in front of Mei Qinghe, pressed several points on her side neck, and then beckoned to take a handful of squirming Gu insects from his bosom and stuffed them into Mei Qinghe's mouth.

Mei Qinghe, who had been like a block of ice just a moment ago, instantly turned pale and instinctively retreated, covering her mouth.

"If you don't eat it, you'll die, and how will I answer to the Commander? Now is not the time to be coy; there's a bunch of crazy people covered in shit chasing us!"

An Ziyang didn't care about anything; he pulled Mei Qinghe's hand away, stuffed the handful of Gu insects into her mouth, and before she could retch, he pressed a finger on her throat, forcing her to swallow.

Then he hoisted Mei Qinghe onto his shoulder and dashed forward for his life.

"How is it over at Wang Gongchang?"

"Ugh... Yingzhou is impersonating the Commander, the Wudang old Daoist is fighting."

"Then no need to worry, but there are many Yingzhou people, surely more than just this one... did he say anything?"

"He wants to kill people indiscriminately, assassinate high officials, slaughter civilians, and frame the Commander."

"Damn!"

An Ziyang's thoughts raced.

"The Emperor is in the palace, the Commander is coming out to kill tonight, so we probably don't need to worry about most of the Yingzhou people... and it's not our turn to worry."

"What we need to do is kill some of these crazy Wu Lin people first, at least suppress the momentum, and not let them get involved in the chaos, otherwise the capital will become a battlefield."

"No matter!"

An Ziyang roared.

"You Bai, how much of the layout at Wang Gongchang is completed? About half, right!"

Mei Qinghe looked at Liaoxing chasing from behind, drew her sword, and nodded.

An Ziyang gritted his teeth.

"Enough!"

"How many more swords can you strike?"

Mei Qinghe replied indifferently.

"One sword if I don't die, two swords if I die."

"That's one sword!"

An Ziyang turned and jumped onto the roof.

"Follow my command; whoever I tell you to slash, you slash!"