Chapter 393: Recovery

An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Without a hint of hesitation, he flashed out several yards, and in mid-air, he took out all the poison he carried and threw it out!

Whoosh—Hiss—

What level of poison was he carrying now?

The best things from the two most poisonous inheritances in the world, the Miao Border and the Tang Men, were chosen by him; he threw out three or four pounds in this handful, dry, liquid, cold, hot, green, purple, white, gray, with teeth, with pincers, with barbs, with wings, all falling down, exploding into a whole piece of cyan-purple mist.

As soon as the floor tiles were lifted, a puff of smoke rushed in; the people inside were also straightforward, kicking their legs and sticking out their tongues, dying without a sound.

And An Ziyang's group also used the poison smoke to cover their retreat, rushing out of the door.

Just by glancing at it, An Ziyang gritted his teeth, and the four officials accompanying him were even more terrified.

An Qisheng was on the roof not far away, looking at them, the distance between them would not exceed ten yards... For someone with four paths combined into one, this distance was no different from being under his crotch.

The poison mist lingering around could not bring the slightest sense of safety.

Two officials turned and ran, and two others looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and were about to take Mei Qinghe and An Ziyang to escape, but heard An Ziyang shout sharply.

"No!"

"No need to go, believe me!"

Before the words fell, Mei Qinghe had stopped in response.

Seeing the two of them stop, the two officials hesitated first, and then stamped their feet fiercely, finally staying behind. They only said in a low voice: "Battalion Commander An, this is An Qisheng... the person who fought Li Miao to a draw, there is no method that can—"

"No, no need to deal with him anymore."

But he heard An Ziyang say in a deep voice.

He raised his hand and pointed at An Qisheng.

"Look, he only looks like he is looking at us, but in fact, he has not moved for several breaths."

The two officials looked in the direction he pointed.

An Qisheng stood on the roof with his hands behind his back, standing like a mountain, emitting a majestic and steady power like a high mountain. His whole body was covered in undried blood, making people feel cold just by looking at it. But his eyes were empty, without a hint of spirit, and there was no movement; if not for his chest rising and falling slightly, he would be like a statue.

It was just that he had always had a stiff posture like raw iron, which made the few people not notice the abnormality for a while.

"He..."

Mei Qinghe opened his mouth hesitantly.

"It's His Majesty."

An Ziyang let out a long breath.

"His Majesty used Silent Illumination to control him..."

"He appeared here, either he won against His Majesty, or he escaped. But if he really won, His Majesty must be dead, then he would kill us casually, and would not stand and watch... So he escaped."

"Now that he doesn't speak or move, he must have been caught up by His Majesty and dragged into the Silent Illumination illusion."

An Ziyang bowed in the direction of An Qisheng.

"Your Majesty, is there anything we need to do?"

But after he asked, there was no response from the roof.

An Ziyang frowned.

Silent Illumination drags others into an illusion, but one should still be able to hear and see everything in the outside world. An Qisheng must have been dragged into the illusion, but why didn't the Emperor answer?

In the dead silence, only the buzzing sound of the Gu-insects An Ziyang scattered kept rising and falling.

Suddenly, the Emperor's voice sounded, but only one sentence.

"Go."

An Ziyang's pupils shrank!

Following this "Go," a sound of mechanical rotation suddenly came from behind, the floor tiles were lifted again, revealing a middle-aged Jianghu person's face that was as cold as a doll.

Just by looking at the expression, he knew this was Liu Jin's clone. An Ziyang raised his hand and shot a rain of pear blossoms.

Liu Jin only had a sharp mouth now; everyone on Li Miao's side had long set their attitude toward him—don't listen, don't ask, don't answer, kill directly when meeting!

Swish, swish, swish, swish—

Countless poison-quenched needles shot out, reaching Liu Jin in an instant.

Liu Jin didn't dodge or evade, just spat out a sentence calmly.

"Island Master Zheng, with this part of the grain here, it should be enough for you to recover slightly—"

Before he finished speaking, he was shot down.

The corpse rolled into the secret passage, startling the Jianghu people who had not yet crawled out, emitting a series of screams.

An Ziyang was terrified.

According to Liu Jin's words, he also thought of the Zheng Anqi affair in Nanjing like Zhu Zai, and instantly connected everything, understanding Liu Jin's intention in transporting these Jianghu people and civil officials into the capital.

"Sister Mei, go and kill those civil officials, quickly!!!"

He shouted sharply, flashed to the side of the secret passage exit, used the powerful Qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Art to smash the top cover, and then raised his hand to pour the hidden weapons and poison he carried into it.

Although Mei Qinghe didn't understand, she had already rushed out several yards when An Ziyang was halfway through his words, rushing toward the direction where the civil officials made sounds, sword Qi overflowing, Sword Twenty-Three ready to go!

Just in this flash of lightning!

"Ha—"

A long sigh was exhaled from An Qisheng's mouth.

This long sigh was as if a prisoner had taken off his shackles and a porter had put down his burden, revealing a hint of comfort and carrying the joy of relief.

An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Looking back.

On the roof, An Qisheng's eyes, which had originally been without spirit, changed. The pupils gradually shrank, the gaze focused, first sweeping across An Ziyang and the others, and then looking in the direction of the civil officials and Jianghu people.

With just this look, An Ziyang felt that in the secret passage under his feet, the shouts of those Jianghu people stopped instantly. At the same time, the noisy talking of those civil officials that was vaguely heard not far away also disappeared instantly.

Where the ears and eyes could reach, there was no more human voice.

Mei Qinghe stopped her steps.

An Ziyang's palms slowly clenched.

He heard An Qisheng say calmly.

"Are you Li Miao's subordinates?"

"Guessed very correctly, acted very decisively, just too weak, too slow."

"Li Miao, in the thousand years, among the people I have seen, in terms of trouble, he can be ranked in the top three. Without a hint of hesitation, he rushed and killed, rushing my plan to the point of near collapse, destroying my Yingzhou completely... If I had seen him a thousand years ago, I could only flee in panic."

"Unfortunately, now he is trapped in the mental image, only having this Heaven-son bodyguard who was possessed. Even if I only recovered 50%, it is enough—to crush to his face."

Before the words fell, An Qisheng waved his palm and struck behind him.

Boom!

A loud noise exploded, and the house shattered.

A bright yellow dragon robe flew up, spitting blood in mid-air. The Emperor covered his chest and landed, his face like gold paper, reaching out to wrap An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, intending to turn and flee.

Before he could escape a few yards, his eyes blurred suddenly.

An Qisheng had already stood in front of them.

His palm was raised toward the few people, his thumb and little finger buckled in his palm; before he made a move, the powerful Qi contained had already stirred up the dust on the ground.