Chapter 396: Firing Cannons

Before An Ziyang had fully stood up, An Qisheng's gaze had already locked onto him; before the tail sound landed, An Qisheng had already rushed into the building at An Ziyang's feet.

Boom!

The roof and the main beam shattered instantly like paper; the moment An Qisheng broke through the roof, his protective Qi extended along his right hand, snowflakes falling, outlining a transparent long blade nearly ten yards long.

The Forbidden Army and An Ziyang lying on the roof reacted, weapons waving, muskets ringing, shouts of killing rising. Dozens of Embroidered Uniform Guard elites blocked in front of An Ziyang, rushing to kill An Qisheng together.

And then—woo.

With a sound like wind passing through forest leaves, extremely subtle and extremely short, the transparent long blade swept a circle and returned to its original position.

Time seemed to stand still.

The next instant, the sonic boom exploded.

The white sonic boom ring blew everything on the roof away; human bodies, armor, mechanisms, and hidden weapons were all broken in two in mid-air, rolling down the roof with a crash.

An Qisheng's gaze swept over.

"Substitute."

The corpse of "An Ziyang" broken in two landed, its face twisted and deformed, turning into another strange face.

An Qisheng raised his hand and grabbed, sucking the corpse cut in two into his hand, turning back to rush into the crowd he was escorting, his protective Qi extending into a wall to block the sword rain.

At the same time, he threw the two halves of the corpse to Liu Jin.

"Check if there are Gu-insects. This substitute's martial arts are too weak, doesn't look like someone in a high position, but giving orders so decisively, it is very likely that he is communicating and confirming the timing of the order through Gu-insects with the main body."

Liu Jin immediately closed his eyes to investigate, and after a while, he said.

"There are Gu-insects, but there is more than one connection."

He pointed in three directions.

"Left, right, right front, two hundred yards away, there is a connection in each, each could be the main body, the other party did concealment, I can't distinguish."

An Qisheng asked without hesitation.

"How many people are left now?"

"Three hundred and sixty-two, some died just now."

"I need twenty breaths."

"Then when you come back, there will be no fewer than three hundred and forty alive."

"Good."

After the Jianghu people organized their formation, An Qisheng didn't hesitate at all, flying toward the direction indicated by Liu Jin.

In a ruin on the side, a Forbidden Army soldier swept into two halves by An Qisheng struggled to prop up his upper body, and at the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, he crushed the Gu-insect he had been holding in his palm.

Hundreds of yards away, An Ziyang stood up suddenly, threw the struggling dead Gu-insect to the ground, and said coldly.

"An Qisheng really came to kill me, he separated from those 'grain'."

"Start."

Several responses came from around, and several figures flew away.

Only two people remained by An Ziyang's side.

The walls and ground around were constantly shaking, and the loud noise gradually approached from hundreds of yards away. Every loud noise represented the disappearance of dozens of lives. Only ten breaths passed, and with a loud bang, An Qisheng fell from the sky, smashing into a side hall.

After landing, without a hint of hesitation, An Qisheng slapped down.

Boom!

The ground collapsed, revealing the secret room underneath.

An Qisheng looked down.

Beside An Ziyang stood a monk and a Daoist; the Daoist was the Wudang old Daoist who had been beaten to severe injury and fainted a few days ago; as for the monk, he was wearing a tattered monk robe, his beard and hair were all white, his face looked miserable and kind, but the demon-subduing pestle he held in his hand had dark red faintly visible in the cracks.

Just by glancing at it, An Qisheng knew it in his heart.

Wudang, Shaolin.

The monk and Daoist also looked up at him, their gazes crossing.

An Ziyang turned and ran.

Before he could run a few steps, the force of the wind that had been lifted behind him blew him away. He rolled several times after landing, suddenly raised his hand and slapped the wall, and the stone door opened wide, he flashed in, and pressed the door-closing mechanism without hesitation.

At the moment before the stone door closed, he saw the old Shaolin monk having half an arm torn off by An Qisheng.

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