Chapter 401

Clang—

Li Miao let go, and the hammer handle, only a foot long, fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, incidentally splashing some blood and sprinkling it on the front hem of Yan Song's python robe.

Yan Song took half a step back.

He originally thought he would bump into the officials behind him, forcing himself to stop, but he didn't feel any touch from behind. Scanning behind him, he found that the officials behind him had all retreated, sitting on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The crowd that had held him to the front of the Fengtian Hall had already opened a considerable distance from him.

Yan Song turned back.

Li Miao tilted his head and smiled at him.

Life and nature cultivated together, he now no longer needed the "eight-hour work system" to maintain his realm, and was in a state of four paths combined at any time. With the Jiezi supported by Xuanlan, force and true energy were all gathered into one line, so normal moves wouldn't have too much of a scene.

But the golden melon hammer in his hand couldn't withstand his moves, and it started to disintegrate as soon as it was swung a foot, so he could only spread his true energy to gather the fragments, which created the scene before him.

But now it seemed, it was just right.

The scarlet gully, dozens of zhang long, lay across the front of the Fengtian Hall, and also drew a clear and bloody boundary between Li Miao and the hundred officials.

Since the founding of the Great Ming, the Heaven-Man who had been removed from the court by the Taizu Emperor for nearly two hundred years, today officially stepped onto the stage again.

The status of major Jianghu sects, the relationship between groups and individuals, the boundary between Jianghu and the court, and which is superior between power and force... after today, everything will change.

But let's focus on the present first.

Yan Song still had an expression of being unruffled, but his hand in his long sleeve was tightly clenched.

Zheng Anqi Sheng hadn't made a move in front of him, the Eastern Depot's Heaven-Man didn't have Li Miao's realm, and Li Miao hadn't really fought Zheng Anqi Sheng last night, so in his impression, it was still "civil is superior to martial," and that sentence "a martial artist of the Supplementary Grade Four" last night was also spoken with feeling.

Now he knew, he was wrong.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle... and he had miscalculated the bargaining chips in the other party's hands from the root. The allies who died today were the price he had to pay.

The human heart he incited today also dissipated with it.

Even after today, except for himself who had Zheng Anqi Sheng's protection, all his allies would be under Li Miao's threat at any time. The Emperor issues an edict, Li Miao acts, no one can survive.

He and Li Miao looked at each other.

"You won today."

He lifted his front hem gracefully, knelt on the ground with a bang, his forehead pressed to the ground, only an inch away from the bloody gully.

"Your Majesty, wise."

As this sentence was spoken, the other officials also reacted, no longer able to care about shock or fear, hurriedly kneeling down together, kowtowing with their heads, and shouting in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise—"

Li Miao looked at Yan Song kneeling in front of him, a cold laugh.

"Worthy of being a figure who reached the peak of the Great Ming officialdom, kneeling decisively, allies dying in front of him without sorrow, kneeling in front of enemies without anger, truly—an old thing that doesn't want a face."

Yan Song acted as if he hadn't heard, without a single movement.

"But the more shameless you are, the more I feel I should kill you today. A shameless opponent is much harder to deal with than a face-wanting opponent."

Li Miao said in a low voice.

Before the words fell, his fingers moved slightly, and a subtle true energy pointed out silently, rushing straight toward Yan Song.

On the surface, he couldn't directly kill the Grand Secretary and the head of the hundred officials. But planting means in secret, letting Yan Song "die suddenly in fear" after leaving the palace, the price was acceptable.

Sshhh—

Seeing it reach Yan Song, it made a loud sound, as if hitting an invisible wall, and suddenly dissipated.

Li Miao's eyes congealed, and he instantly found a pair of old eyes in the crowd.

"You really came."

Zheng Anqi Sheng.

He really wouldn't let Yan Song stretch his head under Li Miao's knife, mixing in after disguising himself, using that intangible and formless protective true energy to block Li Miao's means.

Li Miao raised his hand and hooked his finger at him as if no one else was there. "Since you've made a move, do you want to practice?"

Zheng Anqi Sheng in the crowd closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Li Miao's mouth hooked up.

"Your state is really wrong, you didn't want to move last night, you couldn't move. You are also dragging, waiting, now, you don't dare to fight me for life and death either."

"Then I'm going to kill people, okay?"

"No matter what schemes you have, now that you don't dare to move, I will kill the people on your side one by one. When only a few bare poles are left, I will break you... one by one."

Both Zheng Anqi Sheng and Yan Song acted as if they hadn't heard.

So Li Miao's smile became even more rampant, he turned his head, looked at Zhu Zai in the Fengtian Hall, and nodded at him.

Zhu Zai immediately understood, and said loudly.

"In the Nanjing matter, according to the Embroidered Uniform Guard's investigation, there are also the following officials who colluded with the Nanjing garrison eunuch, accepted bribes, and covered for him."

"Vice Director of the Ministry of Personnel, Yu Mingyu."

Bang!

The person whose name was called suddenly raised his head, his pupils dilated to the limit, opening his mouth to cry injustice. The next moment, a hole the size of a fist suddenly exploded in his heart.

"Gurgle—"

The cry of injustice that hadn't formed a sentence was cut off by the blood surging up to his throat, the corpse fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then didn't move again.

Li Miao stretched out his finger, narrowed his eyes, and his lips moved.

"Bang."

The officials at the very front trembled, their foreheads pressed even tighter to the ground.

So Zhu Zai continued to read.

"Censorate, Vice Censor-in-Chief, Huang Guangqi."

Bang!

"Junior Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Song Huaide."

Bang!

"Vice Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, Han Yunzhang."

Bang!

One name after another was read out by Zhu Zai, and every time a name landed, someone suddenly raised their head in fear, and the next moment, they were pointed to death by Li Miao's "Xuantian Finger."

Every one of them was a high official in the capital who was famous and could call the wind and rain, every one of them could decide the life and death of countless commoners with a stroke of a pen, every one of them was a staunch party member Yan Song had accumulated over more than ten years of governing.

Now, their blood was splashing on the ground like it didn't cost money, seeping into the brick seams, disappearing with their lives.

After a while, Zhu Zai had already read more than ten names.

More than ten corpses lay in the crowd.

He continued to read.

"Experience of the Five Military Governor's Office, Lin Qi."

Li Miao pointed out as usual.

The sharp true energy of the Ming Sect's peerless art, Xuantian Finger, instantly reached that person's heart.

Bang.

But it made a dull sound, and then suddenly dissipated.

The person's face turned pale, he fell backward, crawling backward with his hands and feet, his mouth emitting incoherent screams, creating chaos in the crowd.

Li Miao glanced at Zheng Anqi Sheng.

He raised his hand again and pointed a Xuantian Finger at that person.

This time, Zheng Anqi Sheng didn't block it.

The heart was pierced, and the person fell onto another official, losing his breath.

(End of chapter)