Chapter 411

An Ziyang's heart grew heavier, but his expression became increasingly rampant.

"Want me to be buried with her?"

He squinted and glanced around.

"Such big talk!"

"Two Peak Realm, seven Peak-Ascending, ten Moon-Gazing, is that all?"

"Heh!"

He laughed mockingly.

"Two morons bringing a bunch of trash; what, do you think you're not shit just because you're piled up together?"

"Qiao Cailian, is your ass healed?"

"Stinky monk, did the Guard Commander not knock your head hard enough last time?"

He roared out suddenly.

"You all have forgotten the pain once the scars healed, haven't you!!!"

"If you're sensible, get lost now, and I'll leave a few names out of your families when I report this. If you continue to stay—wait to be exterminated!"

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked away slowly.

The dozen or so experts were stunned for a while.

They were indeed afraid; what Li Miao did on Mount Songshan had truly carved fear into the hearts of every one of them.

But along with the fear, greed also arose.

"Why can he reach this realm!"

"Why can't I dominate the Jianghu like him!"

"Why... why!"

They could not understand Li Miao's peerless talent, nor could they know about Li Miao's "eight-hour workday," so they could only guess in the direction they were most familiar with—Li Miao possessed a peerless divine art.

Yingzhou complied with their conjecture.

Liu Jin turned the conjecture into reality.

Thinking that they too could reach the realm of Li Miao... all the fear was completely transformed into greed. Sending disciples to scout the path earlier was the greatest degree of patience they could muster. But now, the real treasure was already placed before them.

They could no longer hold back.

The Jianghu, which had been suppressed by the imperial court for nearly two hundred years, could no longer hold back either.

"Hand over the full volume of the Xuanlan cultivation method!"

"Don't let him escape!"

"Die!"

With a unified angry shout, the dozen or so first-class experts and two Heaven-Men pounced on An Ziyang.

An Ziyang, who had been strolling leisurely, suddenly turned and ran wildly!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

"Dogshit Eastern Depot, idiot Jianghu!"

Stepping into the second courtyard, he pressed against the wall.

"Eat shit, you all!"

Boom!!!

The ground rose abruptly, and thousands of catties of "golden juice" surged out like a yellow dragon, rolling toward the experts!

The two Heaven-Men's expressions changed, and they dodged rapidly.

The remaining dozen first-class experts were already roaring with their mouths open; how could they dodge this attack that was at such close range and covered all directions?

Immediately—"Ugh! —"

"An-ugh—villain-ugh—"

"I will definitely-ugh you!"

An Ziyang raised a middle finger behind him, held up the iron umbrella to block the filth falling from above, and continued to run wildly.

Although this method caused great damage, it was limited to the psychological level; at most, the filth of a few constipated commoners could smash a gash on the foreheads of a few experts, but it could not restrict their movements.

Not to mention there were two Heaven-Men!

Sure enough, the next moment, Qiao Cailian's voice, filled with hatred, rang out behind An Ziyang.

"Run, run! Weren't you very rampant that day borrowing Li Miao's prestige? Now that he's not here, be rampant for me again—"

"Eat shit, you!"

An Ziyang unfurled the iron umbrella and flicked the filth on the umbrella surface toward the back.

He hoped Qiao Cailian would care about her dignity and dodge.

But Qiao Cailian did not.

She waved her hand to brush away the filth with true energy, not caring at all that her sleeves were already stained with much of it, and thrust her sword straight at An Ziyang's side ribs!

The humiliation of having her sword broken and stuck in her ass by Li Miao on Mount Songshan, and the hatred of not daring to go out for half a year, had overwhelmed her reason—she truly no longer cared about dignity!

The tip of the sword approached An Ziyang's heart in the blink of an eye!

Gu insects were swept away by the sword energy, and hidden weapons were deflected by true energy. Heretical paths were still powerless before a Heaven-Man.

Seeing the sword tip pierce through his clothes, touch his skin, and the sword energy seep into his meridians—An Ziyang shouted abruptly!

"Sister Mei, save me!"

Swish! —

A cold light rose suddenly!

A pitch-black sword blade shot out from the shadows, piercing into Qiao Cailian's heart with lightning speed!

Qiao Cailian's eyes went from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to disbelief, in just an instant.

"Heaven... Man?"

She looked along the sword blade inserted into her chest, her gaze climbed up the arm, and finally rested on a pretty and cold face.

She knew this person; one of the four Battalion Commanders under Li Miao, the one who appeared the least but killed the most, a true disciple of the previous generation of the Huashan Sect, now a Battalion Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But at the same time, it was also the person she least expected.

Mei Qinghe.

Mei Qinghe, who had just ascended to the Peak not long ago.

"You, what is this move, called..."

Qiao Cailian raised her hand tremblingly and pressed it on the sword body in her chest.

Pfft.

Mei Qinghe sheathed her sword and replied coldly.

"Before killing others, kill oneself."

"Sword Twenty-Three."

As she spoke, blood flowed from her seven orifices simultaneously, her right hand gripping the sword shattered instantly, five fingernails detached from the flesh and fell to the ground, and her sleeves fell off bit by bit like gravel.

Qiao Cailian nodded.

"So, that's how it is."

The corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

An Ziyang pounced in front of Mei Qinghe, reached out and tapped several points on her side neck, then waved his hand to take out a handful of wriggling Gu insects from his bosom and stuffed them into Mei Qinghe's mouth.

Mei Qinghe, who had been as cold as ice just a moment ago, turned pale instantly, instinctively retreating and covering her mouth.

"If you don't eat it, you'll die, and how will I explain it to the Guard Commander? Now is not the time to be coy; there's still a bunch of lunatics covered in shit chasing us!"

An Ziyang didn't care about anything else, pulled away Mei Qinghe's hand, stuffed the handful of Gu insects directly into Mei Qinghe's mouth, and without waiting for her to retch, tapped her throat with one finger, forcing her to swallow.

Then he hoisted Mei Qinghe up and dashed forward for his life.

"How is it over at Wang Gongchang?"

"Ugh... Yingzhou is impersonating the Guard Commander, the old Daoist from Wudang is fighting him."

"Then there's no need to worry, but there are many Yingzhou people, definitely more than just this one... Did he say anything?"

"He wants to kill people indiscriminately, assassinate high officials, slaughter commoners, and frame the Guard Commander."

"Damn it!"

An Ziyang's thoughts raced.

"The Emperor is in the palace, and the Guard Commander is going to kill people tonight; we probably don't need to worry about most of the Yingzhou people... and it's not our turn to worry anyway."

"What we need to do is to kill some of these lunatics from the Jianghu first, at least to suppress their momentum; we can't let them get involved in the chaos together, otherwise the capital will become a battlefield."

"Forget it!"

An Ziyang roared.

"You Bai, how much of the setup at Wang Gongchang is completed? About half, right!"

Mei Qinghe looked at Liaoxing, who was chasing after them, drew her sword, and nodded.

An Ziyang gritted his teeth.

"Enough!"

"How many more swords can you strike?"

Mei Qinghe replied indifferently.

"One sword and I won't die, two swords and I will."

"Then that's one sword!"

An Ziyang turned around and jumped onto the roof.

"Follow my command; whoever I tell you to slash, you slash!"

(End of chapter)