Chapter 413

"Let me guess, you use someone else's face to kill, use such base methods on two old people, and still feel smug... are you enjoying this feeling?"

"You are nervous, excited; although this is not your first time killing, it is your first time killing a big shot."

"So you can't help but want to try to see if you can make me panic, piss my pants, and preferably kneel down and beg for mercy, so that you can be satisfied to the greatest extent, right?"

As he spoke, Tang Lanzhou lowered his head and stepped forward slowly and firmly.

"Just now when I mentioned Li Miao, you were very angry."

"You hate him, but you want to become him. Using his identity to kill makes you feel both satisfied and fulfilled, but you are also very disgusted that I pointed this out."

"Did I guess right?"

Tang Lanzhou walked up to the person and looked at him.

Looking at the face that was slowly deforming due to resentment and hatred, he smiled hoarsely.

"It seems I guessed right."

"You resent Li Miao because you are jealous of him, but you dare not think that you can surpass him, so you use his face to do base things, which makes you feel that you can make him become like you, as if you had won this way, right?"

The short knife stabbed silently into the waist and abdomen.

"Poor wretch."

Swish—

The man struck with his palm, Tang Lanzhou's arm below the elbow disappeared instantly, the short knife flew out like a meteor, wedged into the wall bricks, and kept vibrating and humming.

He raised his hand, grabbed Tang Lanzhou's neck, and lifted him up.

"Old thing... you're courting death..."

His fingers slowly tightened.

He stared at Tang Lanzhou with malice and anger.

"Just now I was thinking, if you knelt down and begged for mercy, I would give you a quick death, but now I've changed my mind... even if I spend all my time on you tonight and get punished by the Island Master, I will kill you slowly."

"I will chop up your wife's corpse, stuff it all into your mouth, and choke you to death!"

Blood seeped from Tang Lanzhou's mouth, and his vision went black.

He used all his strength to spit out a sentence with a smile.

"You can't scare me, and you can't scare my wife even more; you are a cowardly poor wretch... apart from our lives, you can't take anything away from me..."

"Trash... trash..."

The hand grabbing his neck tightened.

"You!"

Tang Lanzhou's vision went black, and he closed his eyes, not letting any weak emotions show, which would only satisfy the opponent.

He was ultimately just a powerless old man, without even the strength to take revenge. Even if he risked his life, he could only take some verbal advantage.

He wanted to look back at his old wife's corpse, but he couldn't turn his head.

"I hope the coroner who comes to collect the body can put her face back together."

Tang Lanzhou thought this, and the pain in his neck grew worse.

The opponent had been told his heart's disease and could no longer hold back from killing him.

His neck bone made a mournful sound.

Tang Lanzhou was ready to welcome death.

But the next moment, the hand on his neck loosened, letting go a little, giving him some room to breathe.

"Did he react?"

Tang Lanzhou's heart sank, and he clenched his fists.

He didn't know if he could withstand the torture; if he showed a weak attitude in front of this person, he would be letting down his wife who had already died.

As he thought this, the hand on his neck gradually loosened.

Thump.

He sat down on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, and mocked.

"Why, you—"

He stopped.

Li Miao's face was looking at him with a smile.

No, that's not right.

It's not the same one.

The face with resentment had disappeared, and now this face was poking out from behind the headless corpse.

Boom!

The headless corpse wearing the flying-fish robe was kicked away by Li Miao, smashing into the side room like a meteorite, exploding a large cloud of dust.

Li Miao shook off the blood on his hands and smiled.

"Very unprofessional, don't you know I got promoted this morning? Still wearing a flying-fish robe, I'm wearing a python robe now, okay?" He raised his hand and waved a stream of true energy, passing it into Tang Lanzhou's body from a distance.

"Old man Tang, are you still conscious?"

Ah—this one is real.

This blood-splattered, arrogant smile could not be imitated by others.

Tang Lanzhou held his knees and barely stood up.

The palm shattered by the fake Li Miao had already begun to slowly regenerate.

He bowed tiredly.

"Thank you... Guard Commander for saving me..."

He bent down to pick up the short knife and walked toward the direction of the fake Li Miao's corpse.

Li Miao turned his head to look at the headless corpse of Tang Lanzhou's old wife outside the main room door and frowned.

After a moment, he said.

"I'll give you one night to handle things; tomorrow morning, enter the palace to see the Emperor."

Tang Lanzhou walked to the side of the fake Li Miao's corpse, squatted down, stabbed his neck without hesitation, inserted his other hand under the skin, tore it violently, and with a rip, peeled off a large piece of skin and flesh, cut it off, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and then spat it on the ground.

He dismantled the corpse accurately and cruelly, as if treating a pig or dog.

After a while, he replied hoarsely.

"Good."

Li Miao had already left.

He didn't have time to wait for Tang Lanzhou's response; anyway, Tang Lanzhou had no reason or qualification to refuse.

He had many more people to kill tonight; he didn't have time to pay attention to the sad emotions of an old man who had lost his wife.

Apart from Wang Gongchang and Tang Lanzhou's home, Yingzhou had also sent out several fake Li Miaos, who were running wild throughout the capital.

If today was the first time in two hundred years that Heaven-Men had stepped into the imperial court; then tonight was the first time in two hundred years that Heaven-Men had stepped onto the battlefield—the capital now was a battlefield.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the house under Li Miao's feet exploded, and the reaction force sent Li Miao into the high sky. Borrowing this instant, he scanned half of the capital.

Firelight and wailing were divided into a long dragon and several circles in the capital.

The long dragon was the team of Jianghu people led by An Ziyang, which was constantly rotating around Wang Gongchang as the center; occasionally, parts that approached Wang Gongchang would be caught in the fight between the old Daoist and the fake Li Miao and cut off, but as more people joined, it was still constantly expanding.

But with An Ziyang deliberately restraining the route, the scope of the impact was still within control.

Li Miao believed An Ziyang could handle it well.

So he turned his head to look at those circles.

Those were several fake Li Miaos, who were constantly charging and killing indiscriminately, constantly expanding the scope of the circles.

Just as the fake Li Miao at Wang Gongchang said, this world had forgotten how much death and pain an unrestricted Heaven-Man could cause in a short time.

If Li Miao hadn't restrained the Jianghu and killed the heretical Heaven-Man on Mount Songshan, today's capital would be the outcome.

It's just that what should come, ultimately came.

The freedom of the strong often means the pain of the weak.

Selecting the nearest circle, Li Miao used a "Thousand-Catty Drop," his whole body fell with a bang, and after landing, the ground under his feet exploded, and he was about to rush toward that side.

But the next moment, he stopped abruptly and raised his hand to punch into the air in front of him.

Boom!

It clearly hit the air, but it felt like hitting a piece of fine steel; a loud noise exploded, Li Miao borrowed this punch to dodge and retreat rapidly, his gaze scanned the surroundings, and finally settled on an aged figure.

"Zheng Anqi Sheng, you really came."

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Zheng Anqi Sheng stood in the distance, neither moving nor speaking, only his protective true energy, which was dozens of times more majestic and harder than Zheng Anqi's, spread toward Li Miao.

Li Miao threw a punch, but it failed to shake it in the slightest.

But his smile became increasingly mocking.

"Do you think I couldn't guess you would come to stop me?"

"You want to trade me off, and I also want to dig you out from Yan Song's side... do you want to guess who is going to find Yan Song now?"

Outside the Yan Fu, a touch of golden yellow drove over slowly.

The carriage was square, made of wood lacquered with vermilion, with four pillars wrapped in gold, a top covered with three layers of circular golden roofs, hanging twelve strings of jade beads, the four sides of the carriage painted with the twelve patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountain dragons, and flowery insects, the door curtain embroidered with golden dragons, and jade bells hanging at the four corners.

Dragon Chariot.

The Emperor lifted the curtain and waved his hand.

The Commander of the Xiaolingwei, Zhu Shoujing, bowed to receive the order, raised his hand, and struck with his sword—the gate of the Yan Fu shattered with a bang!

(End of chapter)