Chapter 401

The giant, transparent claw formed by condensed protective Qi shattered with a boom, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, and for a moment, it seemed as if a rain of glass was falling. Countless shards splashed onto An Qisheng's ears and sides, reflecting his pair of sharp, mocking eyes into countless images, surrounding him.

Those were Li Miao's eyes.

An Qisheng's pupils shrank, but he had no intention of retreating; instead, he lunged forward with a punch, slamming it toward Li Miao's head.

If he had had the option to leave before stepping into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, now that they were facing each other head-on, there was no room for turning back—only one person was destined to walk out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony today.

This punch was thrown with a shrill roar.

The current An Qisheng had already recovered eighty percent of his strength.

Compared to the aged state at the Battle of Wang Gongchang where he could only drive his protective Qi, he was many times stronger. Even if Li Miao were fully recovered, he would absolutely be no match for him!

Li Miao's fist struck head-on, meeting him blow for blow!

Bang—Boom!!!

First came the thunderous sound of the two fists colliding, and an instant later, the massive amount of air displaced by the two fists collided like a giant hammer, once again emitting a deafening roar!

Creak, creak—

The two fists remained fixed in mid-air, locked in a contest of strength.

They were actually deadlocked for the moment!

Clearly, before An Qisheng had recovered, Li Miao could only force a draw by relying on gunpowder explosions; now that An Qisheng had recovered eighty percent, Li Miao's strength had inexplicably surged as well, reaching a level on par with him!

An Qisheng's pupils shrank as he stared fixedly into Li Miao's eyes.

Only then did Li Miao slowly smile.

"Waiting for me to explain?"

"No, among all the opponents I've faced since I began walking the Paojianghu, you are the only one I don't want to waste words on—I have seen every memory of the wronged souls of those Zheng Anqis you devoured."

"It is the first time in my life I have been so disgusted by a person."

Creak, creak—

As Li Miao spoke, he slowly stood up, his muscles bulging beneath his python robe, actually forcing An Qisheng's frame lower bit by bit. The ground beneath An Qisheng's feet shattered, and his feet slowly sank into the earth.

An Qisheng's gaze remained without a ripple.

The founding of Yingzhou was not without a process.

The method he devised for soul-seizing to extend his life was not achieved overnight; it was inevitably accompanied by a large number of "experiments." His test subjects were his own descendants, which meant that at the very beginning of his experiments, he had to produce a large number of offspring.

The disgusting and base nature of it had reached a level that made even someone like Li Miao gasp in shock.

Yet An Qisheng had long since grown accustomed to all of this.

His soul had long been twisted.

With his calves already buried in the ground, An Qisheng suddenly raised his hand to guide Li Miao's fist to the side! The next instant, the protective Qi surrounding him suddenly shifted, transforming into dozens of sharp long spears that stabbed toward Li Miao's vital points!

Before the spears could arrive, his vision suddenly went black.

Bang!

Li Miao's toe appeared before him, no one knew when, and slammed into his chin.

The immense force passed through the protective Qi, shaking his brain; An Qisheng lost consciousness in an instant, and his entire body soared into the air like a cannonball.

The roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shattered with a boom!

An Qisheng was kicked into mid-air, his eyes dazed.

But the next instant, Li Miao appeared above him, delivering a fierce, peerless leg-axe strike that chopped heavily onto his shoulder!

Like a falling meteorite.

From the massive doors and windows of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, countless rubble and dust erupted, and the sound of wood splintering was incessant.

The next instant, the Hall of Supreme Harmony collapsed with a roar.

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"The Commander has woken up."

An Ziyang leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Wang Hai and Li Xiaosi were stabilizing the situation in Nanjing, Cao Hanyan had not yet entered the fold, and Zhu Zai must not suffer any mishaps. Today's events had almost entirely fallen onto his shoulders, and he had indeed placed his life on the gambling table several times.