Chapter 407: Battle Ends

It was like a replay of the Battle of Nanjing.

The scene before An Qisheng's eyes suddenly blurred, and he was pulled down by an irresistible giant force beneath him.

He secretly thought it was bad; the Fish-Gut Sword dissipated, turning into invisible protective true Qi that spread rapidly behind him, attempting to form a defense before the attack arrived.

"Too slow!"

The fist tip drilled in before the protective true Qi could merge, smashing fiercely onto An Qisheng's back.

"Ugh! "

Fresh blood spilled from his mouth; An Qisheng finally turned the Fish-Gut Sword into a true Qi armor covering his entire body. His left hand's Lady Xu sword suddenly turned into a long whip and inserted itself into the pit wall, attempting to use the force of this punch to avoid Li Miao's attack and reorganize his form.

But before he could pull the whip, his form had just been knocked a foot into the air when that fist suddenly opened, grabbed his leg again, and pulled him down violently.

*Bang!

Another punch, and the true Qi armor was tottering.

And then he was pulled down again!

The final punch, carrying a shrill sonic boom, smashed fiercely into the same spot!

*Bang! Crash!

The true Qi armor shattered with a boom, and An Qisheng's eyes were splitting with rage.

The problem exposed during the battle with Zhu Shoujing, the weakness of 【Ten Thousand Phenomena】 that should have disappeared after restoring the perfect realm, was exposed again in the face of Li Miao's incomparable brute force—offense and defense could not be balanced.

An Qisheng's mind raced.

With the blessing of two paths of Profound Observation, the current Li Miao was a monster.

The two were already of the same realm; a quick kill was almost impossible, and one could only rely on the accumulation of injuries to gradually weaken the opponent. But the current Li Miao could use 【Ten Thousand Phenomena】 to make up for missing flesh, and because of the existence of 【Base Strength】, the more flesh he lost, the stronger his power became.

Unless Li Miao's true Qi or flesh was exhausted, his onslaught would never stop; it would only become heavier and more lethal! But after cultivating 【Ten Thousand Phenomena】, Li Miao's Sumeru realm had also been strengthened; his total true Qi and recovery speed were on a higher level, so how could he be easily exhausted?

In a trance, An Qisheng seemed to see a Daoist.

The feeling Li Miao gave him today was like that Daoist who founded Wudang... even if the realm was the same, there was no way, no countermeasure, no power to resist!

"No!"

An Qisheng pulled the whip and flashed to the pit wall.

"Must find a way to break his methods... otherwise, I will surely lose today!"

He raised his vigilance to the highest level, scanning the surroundings, and with his hands joined and then separated, the Lady Xu sword was dismantled into two and held in his hands.

"Fish-Gut is useless against him, but true Qi fragments are not. Although he can fully control himself, he has not expelled the true Qi fragments, which means the true Qi fragments still remain in his body! As long as enough quantity is accumulated, perhaps it can destroy the true Qi structure in his body and cause the flesh composed of that true Qi to collapse!"

As his mind raced, An Qisheng's pupils suddenly shrank.

A shadow was cast from above onto his face.

Li Miao was above him!

An Qisheng didn't have time to look up; both swords stabbed upward, colliding with the claw reaching for his head!

The sword tips stabbed into flesh, then were blocked by hand bones.

Li Miao's five fingers closed violently, grabbing the sword tips firmly, and blood dripped onto An Qisheng's face along the blades.

"Let go!"

The claw twisted violently, and both swords were twisted together.

An Qisheng's palms were ground until they bled.

He gritted his teeth, holding the sword hilts tightly and refusing to let go.

But how could Li Miao spare him? Seeing him refuse to let go, he simply grabbed the sword blades and smashed them toward the pit wall!

Above the massive ruins of the Taihe Hall, a huge mound of earth suddenly rose, and an instant later it exploded, spraying a massive amount of soil as two figures flashed out.

Li Miao grabbed An Qisheng and rushed into mid-air.

At this moment, An Qisheng finally had a chance to pull out the short sword and lock eyes with Li Miao.

Snowflakes drifted down, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

In mid-air, the assassin from a thousand years ago and the court's hunting dog of today looked at each other.

And then, infinite killing moves unfolded instantly!

The loud sound of metal clashing—as soon as blood left the body, it was shattered into blood mist by the shockwaves of the battle, staining the snowflakes a bright scarlet.