Chapter 369

Zheng Anqi was silent.

He did not continue to pursue, nor did he make a move. He suddenly stopped his footsteps, stood where he was, and lowered his head, neither speaking nor moving.

Only the true energy ribbons, constantly rippling like waves around his body, showed that he had completely lost his calm mental state at this moment.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice.

"And how much nobler are you than me?"

He suddenly lifted his head, the whites of his eyes completely occupied by blood color, a pair of pitch-black pupils condensed from resentment embedded within, staring fixedly at Li Miao.

That face, identical to Li Miao's, had been twisted by resentment into a ghost face that could stop children from crying at night.

But as if he were still not satisfied, his left hand curled into a claw and grabbed fiercely toward his own face.

Screech—

Five finger claws left five trenches of torn flesh on that heroic face.

"Isn't this damn face also sitting on your head?"

"Do you have a choice?"

Screech, screech...

His hands kept scratching at his own face, flesh tearing, bits of meat embedded in his fingernails, sticking to his collar, falling to the ground, yet he seemed not to feel the pain at all as he scratched.

Until his features were all gouged away, he let out a satisfied groan.

Now his face was nothing but a mass of blurred flesh and two scarlet eyeballs, no longer half-similar to Li Miao's.

"Now what? Between you and me, who looks more like a chamber pot?"

Li Miao sneered.

"Naturally, whoever is holding the urine looks more like a chamber pot."

"Are you holding urine?"

"Oh, forgot, you even inherited the name... You are an outstanding, benchmark-like—superior chamber pot."

Zheng Anqi's teeth were about to shatter.

When it comes to arguing, in this world, there are probably only one An Ziyang and one Zheng Yi—one literary and one martial—who could exchange a few blows with Li Miao.

And Zheng Anqi, who uses a long flute, wears long robes, and reads ancient books.

How could he exchange blows with Li Miao? If it weren't for the fact that they shared the same ancestor and Li Miao was restricted in his performance, where would Zheng Anqi have the qualification to stand and pant for breath now?

Now he didn't look like an "Immortal Master" at all.

"If you hadn't been taken away back then... could you still say these words?"

He squeezed the words out from between his teeth.

"From birth, facing a pile of faces identical to one's own, having no name before cultivating to Heaven-Man, and having this Xuanlan planted after cultivating to Heaven-Man..."

"And I, clearly able to cultivate my own Xuanlan, clearly with peerless talent sufficient to suppress the entire Jianghu, yet I can't even have my own name."

"Zheng Anqi, Zheng Anqi."

"My own face, my own life, my own martial arts, my own name... I have nothing; I was forcibly driven into being a void shadow!"

"I! Have! Nothing!"

He roared at Li Miao.

"If you hadn't been taken out of Yingzhou back then, you would only be more miserable than me... You are just lucky, lucky, and now you turn back to mock those of us who couldn't escape!"

"What qualification do you have to insult me!"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and spread his hands.

"So what?"

Zheng Anqi's breath stalled.

"I'm lucky, I'm standing and talking without back pain, I just don't have to suffer your suffering... You want to bite me?"

"And, do you think if we swapped places, I would be like you?"

Li Miao smiled.

"I'll tell you what I would do."

"I would leave Yingzhou the moment I cultivated to Heaven-Man, then abolish my martial arts, re-cultivate my own Heaven-Man realm, and return upright to destroy Yingzhou!"

Zheng Anqi roared: "You can't do it! Abolishing martial arts to re-cultivate, abolishing the Heaven-Man realm to re-cultivate—you would never be able to cultivate back to your original realm in this lifetime!"

"So what if I can't?"

Li Miao retracted his smile.

"If you can't do it, you don't do it?"

"You don't dare to pour the urine out of your own belly, yet you blame me for calling you a chamber pot? You just said you could have cultivated your own Xuanlan, but I think... you can't."

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Zheng Anqi with disdain.

"Even a whore in a brothel knows that since you've taken the money from the patron, don't complain about him using too much force. Since you feel disgusted, throw the money on the ground before you speak."

"Taking the benefits but not being willing to throw them away—what qualification do you have to cry foul?"

"Are you even worthy of cultivating nature?"

Zheng Anqi could no longer speak.

Li Miao's words had deeply pierced into his heart, dissecting the outer skin and revealing the bloody interior.

He could not refute.

But as the saying goes: "Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharp knife."

Resentment surged!

The magnanimity he had put on before, the composure of saying that if Li Miao won he would take the heritage and destroy Yingzhou... all vanished like smoke. Only endless resentment remained.

Li Miao sneered.

"That's right, I just can't stand you people from Yingzhou, holding a broken flute and acting dead, and I can't stand your disgusting appearance even more. If I want the Xuanlan heritage, I'll find someone to interrogate myself; I don't need you to give it to me."

"I want to beat you to death, you want to beat me to death—don't give me that bullshit look of mutual sympathy and being in the same boat—I'll only feel disgusted."

Zheng Anqi said hoarsely: "Good."

The words had all been said.

There was no empathy, no mutual sympathy; what remained... was pure slaughter.

The true energy ribbons circling Zheng Anqi's body compressed again, transforming into a dharma robe worn on his body.

The next instant!

Boom!

The two's arms overlapped, resentment and frantic gazes collided, the dharma robe rippled, blood splashed!

Li Miao ignored the dharma robe sleeve corner that had pierced into his thigh, pounced forward, and pushed Zheng Anqi out dozens of zhang, houses collapsing and trees and stones flying where they passed, finally pouncing Zheng Anqi to the ground!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three more punches struck in one place, the dharma robe split, flesh and skin torn. And Li Miao's fist bones also cracked, but the smile on his face grew more ferocious!

The next punch was about to fall!

The dharma robe was broken open, the physical body couldn't withstand Li Miao's fist, Zheng Anqi could no longer care about his face, his hands clamped Li Miao's lower leg and rolled fiercely! Throwing him flying!

Before he could stand up, the wall on one side was kicked by Li Miao and exploded with a roar!

Like a hungry tiger, Li Miao pounced over again, hands forming claws, rippling countless ripples on the dharma robe!

"This guy... where did he learn his martial arts!"

Zheng Anqi gritted his teeth.

He had never heard of Li Miao's fighting style!

Before cultivating to the Heaven-Man realm, before having a healing technique, how exactly did this guy survive countless fights!

But at this moment, he had no time to think about these questions... because Li Miao had already torn open another gap in the dharma robe! His fingertips had already touched his skin, bringing a sharp pain!

Zheng Anqi tilted his head to dodge Li Miao's fist, slapped a palm on Li Miao's shoulder, attempting to knock him back and buy a breath of time.

As long as there was a breath, his dharma robe could recover again!

But blood exploded, and he only saw Li Miao's shoulder being forcibly slapped away, the bone shards exposed, and the ferocious smile splattered with blood droplets!

Li Miao had dispersed his own protective true energy and horizontal training!

A punch fell, solidly imprinting itself on Zheng Anqi's face!

(End of chapter)