Chapter 361

"Let me guess, you use someone else's face to kill, use such despicable means against two old people, and you're feeling smug... are you enjoying this feeling?"

"You are nervous, excited; although this isn't your first time killing, it is your first time killing a big shot."

"So you can't help but want to see if you can make me panic and lose control, preferably even kneel and beg for mercy, so that you can be satisfied to the greatest extent, right?"

As he spoke, Tang Lanzhou lowered his head and walked forward slowly and firmly.

"Just now when I mentioned Li Miao, you were very angry."

"You hate him, but you want to become him. Using his identity to kill makes you feel both satisfied and fulfilled, but you also hate me for pointing this out."

"Did I guess right?"

Tang Lanzhou walked up to the man and met his gaze.

Looking at the face that was slowly distorting due to resentment and hatred, he laughed hoarsely.

"It seems I guessed right."

"You resent Li Miao because you are jealous of him, but you don't dare to think you can surpass him, so you use his face to do despicable things, making you feel like you can make him the same as you, as if you've won, right?"

The short blade stabbed toward his waist and abdomen silently.

"Poor wretch."

*Whoosh—*

The man threw a palm, and the part of Tang Lanzhou below the elbow instantly disappeared, the short blade flew out like a meteor, wedged into the wall bricks, and kept trembling and humming.

He raised his hand, grabbed Tang Lanzhou's neck, and lifted him up.

"Old thing... you're courting death..."

His fingers tightened slowly.

He looked at Tang Lanzhou with vicious anger.

"Just now I thought, if you knelt and begged for mercy, I would give you a quick death, but now I've changed my mind... even if I spend all night on you and get punished by the Island Master, I will kill you slowly."

"I will chop up your wife's corpse, stuff it all into your mouth, and choke you to death!"

Blood seeped from Tang Lanzhou's mouth, and his vision went black.

He used all his strength, smiled, and spat out a sentence.

"You can't scare me, and you can't scare my wife even more; you are a cowardly wretch... apart from our lives, you can't take anything away from me..."

"Waste... of... space..."

The hand gripping his neck tightened.

"You!"

Tang Lanzhou's vision went black, and he closed his eyes, not letting any weak emotions show; this would only satisfy the opponent.

In the end, he was just a powerless old man, without even the strength to take revenge. Even if he risked his life, he could only gain some verbal advantage.

He wanted to look back at his old wife's corpse, but he couldn't turn his head.

"I hope the coroner who comes to collect the body can put her face back together."

Tang Lanzhou thought this, and the pain in his neck grew worse.

The opponent had been exposed by him and could no longer hold back from killing him.

His neck bones groaned.

Tang Lanzhou was ready to welcome death.

But the next moment, the hand on his neck loosened, letting go a bit, giving him some room to breathe.

"He realized it?"

Tang Lanzhou's heart sank, and he clenched his fists.

He didn't know if he could withstand the torture, but if he showed weakness in front of this person, he would be failing his deceased wife.

As he thought this, the hand on his neck gradually loosened.

*Thump.

He sat down on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, and sneered.

"What, you—"

He paused.

Li Miao's face was smiling at him.

No, that's not right.

It wasn't the same one.

The face filled with resentment had disappeared; this face was currently poking out from behind the headless corpse.

*BOOM!

The headless corpse wearing the flying fish suit was kicked away by Li Miao, smashing into the side room like a meteorite, exploding a large cloud of dust.

Li Miao shook off the blood on his hands and laughed.

"Really unprofessional, don't you know I got promoted this morning? Still wearing a flying fish suit, I'm wearing a python robe now, okay?" He raised his hand and sent a wave of True Qi into Tang Lanzhou's body.

"Old man Tang, are you still conscious?"

Ah—this one is real.

This blood-splattered, arrogant smile could not be imitated by others.

Tang Lanzhou held his knees and barely stood up.

The palm shattered by the fake Li Miao had already begun to slowly regenerate.

He cupped his hands wearily.

"Many thanks... Commander for saving me..."

He bent down to pick up the short blade and walked toward the direction of the fake Li Miao's corpse.

Li Miao turned his head to look at the headless corpse of Tang Lanzhou's wife outside the main room door and frowned.

A moment later, he said.

"I'll give you one night to handle things; come to the palace to see the Emperor tomorrow morning."

Tang Lanzhou walked to the side of the fake Li Miao's corpse, squatted down, stabbed his neck with the knife without hesitation, and inserted his other hand under the skin and tore it violently. With a *rip*, he peeled off a large piece of skin and flesh, cut it off, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and then spat it on the ground.

He dismantled the corpse accurately and cruelly, as if treating a pig or dog.

After a long while, he replied hoarsely.

"Good."

Li Miao had already left.

He didn't have time to wait for Tang Lanzhou's response; anyway, Tang Lanzhou had no reason or qualification to refuse.

He had many more people to kill tonight; he didn't have time to pay attention to an old man's grief over his dead wife.

Apart from Wang Gongchang and Tang Lanzhou's home, Yingzhou had sent out several fake Li Miaos, who were running wild all over the capital.

If today was the first time in two hundred years that a Heaven-man had stepped into the imperial court, then tonight was the first time in two hundred years that a Heaven-man had stepped onto the battlefield—the current capital was the battlefield.

*BOOM!

With a loud noise, the house under Li Miao's feet exploded, and the reaction force sent Li Miao into the high sky. Taking advantage of this moment, he scanned half the capital.

Firelight and wailing were divided into a long dragon and several circles in the capital.

The long dragon was the team of Wu Lin people led by An Ziyang, which was constantly rotating around Wang Gongchang as the center. Occasionally, parts that got close to Wang Gongchang would be affected and shaved off by the struggle between the old Daoist and the fake Li Miao, but as more people joined, it was still constantly expanding.

But with An Ziyang deliberately restraining the route, the affected range was still within control.

Li Miao believed An Ziyang could handle it well.

So he turned his head to look at those circles.

Those were several fake Li Miaos, who were constantly charging and killing indiscriminately, constantly expanding the range of the circles.

Just as the fake Li Miao at Wang Gongchang said, this world had forgotten how much death and pain an unrestricted Heaven-man could cause in a short time.

If Li Miao hadn't restrained the Wu Lin and killed the heretical Heaven-man on Mount Song, today's capital would be the end result.

It's just that what should come, eventually came.

The freedom of the strong often means the suffering of the weak.

Selecting the nearest circle, Li Miao used a "thousand-catty drop," and his whole body fell with a bang. After landing, the ground exploded, and he was about to rush toward that side.

But the next moment, he stopped abruptly and raised his hand to punch the air in front of him.

*Bang!

Clearly hitting the air, it felt like hitting a piece of refined steel; a loud noise exploded, and Li Miao used this punch to flash backward rapidly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, and finally fixed on an old figure.

"An Qisheng, you really came."

The corners of his mouth curled up.

An Qisheng stood in the distance, neither moving nor speaking, only a protective True Qi, dozens of times more vigorous and harder than Zheng Anqi's, spread toward Li Miao.

Li Miao threw a punch, but it failed to shake it in the slightest.

But his smile became even more mocking.

"Do you think I couldn't guess you would come to stop me?"

"You want to trade me off, and I also want to dig you out from Yan Song's side... do you want to guess who went to find Yan Song now?"

Outside the Yan residence, a touch of golden yellow slowly drove over.

The carriage was square, made of wood lacquered with vermilion, with four pillars wrapped in gold, covered with a three-layered circular golden roof, hanging twelve strings of jade beads, the four sides of the carriage were painted with the twelve patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, and flowers, the door curtain was embroidered with golden dragons, and jade bells hung from the four corners.

The Dragon Chariot.

The Emperor lifted the curtain and waved his hand.

The Xiaolingwei Guard Commander Zhu Shoujing cupped his hands to receive the order, raised his hand, and slashed—the Yan residence gate shattered with a bang!