Chapter 500

"Nen-ryu—Floating Boat."

Miyoshi Ryota murmured.

A sword move that had been silent in history for hundreds of years suddenly appeared!

"Ha!"

Li Miao smiled, reached out, and grabbed; with a bang, a grave mound nearby exploded, and the memorial tablet buried inside flew into his hand. Li Miao took this tablet and slammed it toward the madman's hand-blade!

Swish!

The tablet was cut in two!

"Ugh-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Just now, he had been wailing in pain while being pressed against the tablet by Li Miao; now that he had personally cut the tablet in two, the madman let out an even more shrill, extreme scream, his hand trembling as he reached to grab the broken tablet.

He had just lunged into mid-air.

Bang!

The tablet, broken into two pieces, shattered into a pile of fine dust at his fingertips.

Li Miao blew on his left index finger.

"Are you angry?"

"Interrogation, to put it bluntly, is about destroying a person's spirit bit by bit. From this point of view, madmen are much easier to interrogate than ordinary people—because they don't hide their weaknesses at all."

"Exposing vital points in front of someone like me will cost you your life."

He suddenly grabbed to the side!

A grave mound exploded, and another tablet flew into Li Miao's hand.

Bang!

In the madman's tear-filled pupils, Li Miao crushed the wooden tablet into fragments; wood shavings flew everywhere, falling into the mud along with the name on it.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!!!"

The madman let out a roar.

Boom!

True Qi, an incomparably vast amount of true Qi, exploded, pushing away the dust and smoke under his feet. The madman suddenly disappeared from where he was, and the next instant, he appeared in front of Li Miao, his hand-blade pointing directly at Li Miao's chest.

Nen-ryu—Water Moon.

Clang!

The hand-blade struck Li Miao's protective true Qi; his fingertips bent inch by inch, and the first two joints of his middle, index, and ring fingers snapped, exposing snow-white finger bones.

The madman was strong, but overall, he was only equivalent to a Heavenly Human of the same path. Perhaps he was a threat to others, but in front of Li Miao's 【Ten Thousand Phenomena】, he was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—this was a natural chasm that even Zhu Shoujing and nearly ten other honored guests had failed to break through!

Li Miao didn't even take a step back, nor did he make any move to dodge; he just suddenly reached out and threw a punch to the side.

Boom!

Another grave mound exploded along with a wooden tablet.

The madman's eyes were splitting with rage.

Li Miao's torture of him was not without purpose. Although he was mad, he was still a Heavenly Human, and a proper Heavenly Human who had practiced the inheritance of Master Jianzhen and had true Qi in his body. Even if he did nothing, his Zhou Tian true Qi would circulate in his body on its own.

Li Miao whipping him just now was, first, to wake him from his stupor, and second, to use the wounds to stimulate his Zhou Tian true Qi to accelerate its circulation, thereby restoring his combat power.

The triple stimulation of pain, true Qi, and watching the tablets being destroyed with his own eyes, although it failed to restore his sanity, was enough to make him use the sword arts carved into his instincts—and that was exactly what Li Miao wanted.

"Kill..."

His lips trembled.

"Kill..."

His eyes turned red.

"Kill-ah-ah-ah-ah!!!"

Nen-ryu—Two Cuts! Dragonfly! Against the Wind!

Fingers, palms, and wrists struck the protective true Qi in turn, turning into a rain of blood.

"Kill-ah-ah!!!"

Nen-ryu—Moon Shadow! Floating Boat! Mountain Shade!

Whenever the madman's offensive paused, Li Miao would shatter a grave mound; whenever a trace of confusion appeared in the madman's eyes, Li Miao would hold a tablet in front of him.

It was hard to call this an attack, because he couldn't cause any form of damage to Li Miao. With his sanity clouded, it was difficult to operate healing techniques; only his arms were worn away inch by inch, and the bone-white marrow was splashed out along with flesh and blood, until it was bare below the collarbone.

The blood had already outlined the transparent protective true Qi in front of Li Miao, and the madman's breathing gradually became scattered.

Nanako had long since turned away.

Miyoshi Ryota also showed an unbearable expression, but whenever he wanted to close his eyes, Lu Wushuang would sneer.

"You keep saying you want revenge, but when someone else does it for you, you don't even dare to look?"

Miyoshi Ryota hesitated.

"But, after all, there is no real evidence now. Even if your speculation is true, he was only deceived into—"

Lu Wushuang said coldly.

"The same."

"He appeared at Tang Zhaotisi, wearing monk's robes, and converted to Enryaku-ji. Even if he was deceived, he is your enemy now. What other evidence do you need?"

"This is not a government office, you are not a judge, and revenge is not child's play. What evidence do you still need?"