Chapter 394: Frightened Away

Even among those with four paths combined into one, there are gaps.

An Qisheng had only recovered 50%, and the Emperor had only practiced with Li Miao for three days, recovering 50-60% of his martial arts. But the gap in foundation not only allowed An Qisheng to break free from the Silent Illumination illusion but also formed an insurmountable gap in strength in reality.

Facing An Qisheng's raised palm and accumulated power, the Emperor understood—he could not take this move.

Just now, under the shock of the Silent Illumination illusion being broken and a moment of distraction, he was struck by An Qisheng, which had already injured his Dantian and heart pulse; his martial arts, which had only recovered 50-60%, now only had 20-30% left.

Another palm, and he would be dead or crippled.

And An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe would instantly turn into a pile of broken meat.

Facing life and death, the Emperor didn't have much fear in his heart; he just felt unwilling... If he died, An Qisheng would probably go to kill Li Miao immediately, which was the thing he couldn't let go of.

But he could only raise the remaining Qi in his Dantian, forcing his strength, and backhanding a punch, making a final resistance.

Clang!

This punch was blocked by the protective Qi that extended over.

And An Qisheng's palm had already begun to push out.

The Emperor, An Ziyang, and Mei Qinghe simultaneously had a face appear in their hearts.

"Big Li/Commander..."

It was as if the face they were thinking of in their hearts suddenly came to life and began to speak, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Quite lively, huh."

The three felt a sadness in their hearts first, thinking they were hallucinating at the moment of death. Then they were stunned, only feeling that this hallucination was too real, not to mention the familiar three parts of mockery, four parts of laziness, and twelve parts of unique temperament that viewed everyone as nothing, and the sense of distance was slowly approaching, as if...

As if Li Miao had really come!

Even the palm An Qisheng was about to push out stopped!

The three turned their heads violently.

Several yards away, at the corner of the palace hall, that familiar figure was sitting on a four-wheeled carriage, being pushed slowly by Zhu Zai.

A bear-skin cloak hung down along the mysterious black python robe, his hands wearing black-gold gloves, one resting on the armrest supporting his face, the other hanging naturally along the armrest, his heroic eyebrows closed leisurely, the corners of his mouth curling into a familiar arc, his complexion a bit pale, but it set off his outstanding temperament even more.

If it wasn't Lord Li Miao, who else could it be?

While the three were stunned, Zhu Zai pushed the four-wheeled carriage past the three and arrived in front of An Qisheng.

An Qisheng withdrew his palm, staring fixedly at Li Miao.

Li Miao tilted his head, as if looking at him, but he didn't open his eyes.

"What, disturbed your interest?"

"Weren't you quite capable of speaking just now? Weren't you going to crush to my face? What, with 50% of your power recovered, the distance of a few feet between you and me now—"

"Not crushing over?"

Still that familiar tone, mocking and sarcastic.

An Qisheng had no movement.

Fear, not necessarily.

But dread, it was real.

Everything he said before was sincere; Li Miao was indeed one of the most troublesome enemies he had encountered in these thousand years.

A reckless man who fought and rushed, a killer who loved killing, he had killed not a thousand, then eight hundred; Li Miao was not much different from these people in essence... But he was Li Miao, the Heaven-man best at killing in the world today, and An Qisheng, who had accumulated a thousand years, was fought by him until his trump cards were exhausted, and he had to gamble his life personally under severe injury.

Now the distance was no more than a few feet.

An Qisheng was silent for a few breaths, and actually suddenly withdrew.

He was clear that if Li Miao was in perfect condition, it was impossible for him to talk to him; he would only kill to his face and decide life and death on the spot. Now that he didn't attack, 80% was bluffing. He could even hear Zhu Zai's heartbeat and smell the faint cold sweat on his body.

But he didn't want to gamble.

Liu Jin's arrangement was not just here.

Wait until the perfect state is restored, then come to decide life and death.

In the blink of an eye, in just one breath, An Qisheng completely disappeared from the sight of the few.

Zhu Zai let out a long breath.

"He really left... Big Li, why are you so sure he would leave? If he really attacked, even if it was just a tentative move, we would all be dead."

Li Miao closed his eyes and smiled. "Because I saw his memory."

"He is an assassin. He does not fear life and death, nor does he lack the temperament to make decisions in battle and fight for his life; mockery, injury, hatred, and predicament do not affect his mood, so he is a troublesome opponent, at least far more troublesome than His Majesty."

"But precisely because he is an assassin, he has no desire to win or lose; when there is a better choice and a more stable opportunity, he will immediately withdraw and seek the next success."

"Even if he has cultivated for a thousand years, he is the best assassin, not a qualified martial artist. So, he will not attack."

Zhu Zai let out a long breath.

"So that's it..."

While the two were talking, they heard An Ziyang say excitedly behind them.

"Commander, you... Your Majesty!"

With a thud, the Emperor fell to the ground.

The palm of An Qisheng's 50% power left no small injury on him, and it was not easy to hold on until now. Now seeing Li Miao wake up, he lost the heart to hold on, and couldn't maintain his posture, falling backward.

An Ziyang hurriedly supported him and shouted.

"Commander, Your Majesty is severely injured, you—"

Zhu Zai shook his head slowly, turned the four-wheeled carriage, and Li Miao faced An Ziyang and said.

"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Mei."

"Yes, Commander..." "Commander."

"The arrangement at Wanggong Factory was done well; during the time I was asleep, you have worked hard."

An Ziyang almost shed tears, and Mei Qinghe also bit her lip tightly.

Li Miao continued.

"Is His Majesty still awake?"

An Ziyang replied.

"Fainted."

"I see, that's good."

Li Miao smiled.

"If he was still awake, I really wouldn't know how to talk to him. I shouldn't have used Ji Tianrui's method to control him; now it's awkward. It's good that he fainted, saving the effort of measuring the sense of proportion."

An Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Miao could still joke, and he finally felt relieved.

"Commander, what is this?"

"Fighting, just in the brain, dividing some spirit to talk to you."

An Ziyang hesitated for a while and said softly.

"Will you win?"

Li Miao curled his mouth.

"Have I ever lost?"

An Ziyang let out a long breath.

He heard Li Miao continue to say with a smile.

"Alright, my business is not your concern."

"Now listen, today's matter is far from over; the grain Liu Jin prepared for An Qisheng is more than just this; the officials living in Jiangmi Alley plus the Jianghu people, here at most consumed 30-40%."

"The remaining ones are enough for An Qisheng to restore his perfect state."

"Find them, kill as many as you can, drag it out for an hour, wait for me to wake up."

"Leave the rest to me."