Chapter 372

After tearing off An Qisheng's protective True Qi and swallowing it into his body, a segment of images appeared in Li Miao's mind.

In a surging sea, stood a reef.

The owner of the perspective was squatting on the reef, a fishing rod held in his hand and dipped into the seawater, the float surging with the waves. Beside him was a blurry figure, standing with hands behind his back, watching the rising and falling float with him.

This was An Qisheng's memory.

Li Miao felt everything in the memory; not just the images, but even everything outside the images, emotions, and knowledge appeared in his mind simultaneously, as if he had experienced it personally.

For example, this was Langya.

For example, An Qisheng's hunger and desire for fish meat.

For example, the feelings toward the blurry figure beside him.

Closeness, admiration, self-abasement.

The image ended at this moment; Li Miao framed his fist horizontally, blocking An Qisheng's arm. Within a square inch, the two exchanged a dozen grappling moves, eventually locking each other's wrists.

A smile was on Li Miao's face.

An Qisheng's expression, however, turned cold.

"You... saw it."

Li Miao smiled playfully.

"Saw it, He Shang Zhangren, right? Your master, the one who passed this Xuanlan technique to you."

"However, the face is unclear; is it your own memory that is blurry, or did that person wash away your memory of him after passing the technique to you?"

Li Miao observed An Qisheng's expression carefully.

"Oh, it's the latter."

"No wonder you had to ask me if I remembered my past life, and why you were overjoyed when you sensed something strange about my memory; it turns out you don't even know what the person you are looking for looks like."

"He didn't want you to remember him at all."

For the first time, a look of anger appeared on An Qisheng's face.

He didn't speak; the next instant, a burst of intense pain suddenly came from Li Miao's shoulder! The invisible protective True Qi transformed into a sharp axe and hacked into the flesh, getting stuck in the bone and creaking.

"Not enough force, anything else?"

Li Miao's smile was ferocious.

An Qisheng's anger grew even stronger.

Countless invisible protective True Qi transformed into countless sharp spikes, instantly piercing through Li Miao's entire body. One even sliced open Li Miao's upper chest, cutting into his lungs, and pitch-black water sprayed out.

The protective True Qi was not retracted.

If retracted, Li Miao's injuries would heal instantly. But now, stuck inside Li Miao's body, it effectively restricted his movements and reduced his strength.

The intertwined wrists were suddenly deflected by An Qisheng!

The next instant, the long flute in his hand was violently driven into Li Miao's chest!

Puchi!

An Qisheng attacked in anger, his momentum undiminished, pushing Li Miao forward continuously! The pitch-black sand was rolled up, and the two instantly rushed into the seawater, huge waves exploding on both sides!

At the same time, An Qisheng raised and flicked his left hand, and another long flute drilled out from his palm, violently stabbing into Li Miao's shoulder!

And Li Miao clearly wouldn't let him do as he pleased; although the sticky sound and intense pain of the two long flutes drilling through his body kept drilling into his mind, the smile on his face grew even wider, his fists turning into afterimages, constantly bombarding An Qisheng's neck and tearing at the protective True Qi.

Li Miao's flesh followed the long flutes into An Qisheng's body.

An Qisheng's protective True Qi was constantly devoured by the teeth all over Li Miao's body.

The two were deadlocked for a while, both attacking without defending, only greedily grabbing the other's flesh!

Now it just depended on who ate faster.

And the winner—was An Qisheng.

After all, he had several experiences in the mental image, and the accumulation of a thousand years made his "nature" more condensed; right now, the speed of devouring Li Miao's flesh was a step ahead, and Li Miao's chest was almost visibly becoming shriveled.

"You lost."

He stared at Li Miao and said, carrying Li Miao as he leaped up violently!

Then smashed into the beach with a bang!

Clatter—

Sand like raindrops was shaken away, forming a circular curtain!

"You... I can't sense your memories from before you were eight." The two looked at each other from a distance of inches.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Your daddy."

Li Miao sneered and said.

An Qisheng didn't get angry.

"The mockery before death only reflects your weakness."

"You are indeed very strange; perhaps you are the reincarnation of someone, like those Living Buddhas of the Western Regions, and I can't sense what your secret is either. But I can be sure, you are not him."

"He would never lose to me."

He exerted force violently.

A massive amount of black water was squeezed out of Li Miao's body, surging into An Qisheng's body along the long flutes, and the protective True Qi surged accordingly, growing by eighty percent in just a moment!

Then more protective True Qi transformed into invisible weapons, piercing into Li Miao's entire body, even pinning his limbs to the beach.

As time passed, Li Miao's face became increasingly pale and even turned transparent; beneath the skin, countless black blood vessels emerged, and the black water surging in the vessels was grabbed by An Qisheng.

"You can no longer move."

An Qisheng sneered.

The two were already similar in appearance, and as Li Miao's "nature" was swallowed into his body, his expression became increasingly vivid. Now, this cold laugh with mockery was eighty percent like Li Miao.

"Your body is mine."

"Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng are dead, the Wu Lin is weak, and the imperial court has been killed by you for the most part. The Great Ming will be used by me."

An Qisheng raised his hand violently, the long flute traveling through Li Miao's body, about to stab into his heart along his chest, devouring the last trace of black water.

As long as he seized this last trace of black water, Li Miao would disappear completely, and this beach, along with Li Miao's body, would belong to An Qisheng.

At this instant between life and death.

"Heh."

A light laugh was heard.

Crack, crack.

Several crisp sounds; the True Qi weapons stabbed into Li Miao's left hand suddenly shattered, and he suddenly raised his hand, pinching An Qisheng's neck.

"Didn't your mommy teach you that popping champagne at halftime is very stupid?"

Li Miao grinned ferociously.

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

How could Li Miao shatter his protective True Qi!?

The protective True Qi rolled, about to transform into invisible weapons again to stab Li Miao, but suddenly paused.

An Qisheng's movements stagnated.

His gaze lingered on the wound stabbed into Li Miao's body.

The wound didn't heal, and the black water had been sucked dry by him, so it didn't flow out either; he could see the situation inside the wound at a glance.

That situation made him feel a chill all over.

Inside Li Miao's wound, countless ferocious teeth were constantly rolling, as if a monster was hidden beneath his skin.

The True Qi weapons stabbed into Li Miao's body were being constantly gnawed by these countless teeth, becoming riddled with holes, and finally becoming the fragile appearance that could be easily broken by Li Miao.

At the same time, An Qisheng's hands suddenly felt sour.

A strange vibration, accompanied by a teeth-aching screech, was being transmitted to An Qisheng's palms along the two long flutes inserted into Li Miao's chest.

That was the countless teeth inside Li Miao's body constantly scraping the long flutes.

"Creating whatever I want is too cheap for me. Although it takes some time to imagine these things inside the body, fortunately, I know... a little bit about the structure of the human body."

Li Miao shattered the True Qi weapons with his right hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"You like stabbing me, so feel free to stab me."

A punch, violently hitting An Qisheng's side face!