Chapter 440

An Qisheng did not speak again.

His gaze became icy again, as if it were anger after his intentions were exposed by the Emperor, or disappointment after his good intentions were betrayed.

But, the killing intent began to rise.

There was no room for turning back.

Boom!!!

The force of the wind exploded!

An Qisheng and the Emperor's arms collided, and a circular transparent sonic boom instantly expanded, blowing away the ministers, lanterns, carpets, and tassels in the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

The Emperor's eyes narrowed.

The next instant, thousands of invisible sword qi shot out from the acupuncture points all over his body.

Black Extreme Pagoda!

The martial art that killed the Jianwen Emperor, the Emperor's trump card, exploded the moment they fought!

The punch he threw when they met was both a sneak attack and a probe. The Emperor knew very well that he had only recovered fifty or sixty percent of his strength; if they fought normally, his moves would have too many flaws, making it difficult to break through the protective true energy or gain the upper hand in front of an old ghost like An Qisheng who had lived for a thousand years.

Therefore, he had to attack quickly.

Before An Qisheng could figure out his foundation, he had to kill An Qisheng by force!

Swish, swish, swish, swish—

Thousands of sword qi, each a lethal move far exceeding Zhu Shoujing's full-force strike, instantly covered An Qisheng's entire front, sealing off all his directions for dodging.

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and his protective true energy instantly gathered in front of his chest, blocking his head, heart, and dantian.

Pfft, pfft—

The dense sound of sharp weapons cutting through flesh.

An Qisheng was still heavily injured, and his total protective true energy was less than ten percent; if he didn't gather it in one place, he couldn't even block Zhu Shoujing's full-force strike, let alone the Emperor's sword qi.

In his haste, he could only protect his three vital points; his exposed limbs were pierced by the sword qi, exploding with countless blood flowers, flesh and blood splashing on the ground like a torrential rain.

The Emperor took the opportunity to adjust his breathing and recover his true energy.

But the next instant, his pupils shrank.

An Qisheng's left hand only had the forearm left, and his right hand was severed at the palm, but he seemed not to notice at all; the moment the sword qi passed behind him, he lunged at the Emperor, his severed right palm slamming toward the Emperor's chest!

This kind of fearless martial art.

This kind of momentum of seeking life in death.

And An Qisheng's face made the Emperor feel as if he had returned to the night of the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum, facing Li Miao.

He heard An Qisheng sneer.

"Does it look a bit like Li Miao?"

"Do you know what the foundation of his life-bound martial art is? It is the peerless bone structure Yingzhou gave him! More violent force, more vigorous true energy, faster recovery, more surging blood, and strong tendons and bones that would never be at a disadvantage in a head-on collision!"

"Do you think I, this ancestor, would not have similar martial arts?"

The severed palm instantly stuck to the Emperor's chest; the next instant, it was about to strike his sternum.

The Emperor also roared.

"But you are not Big Li!"

"Come!"

Following this "Come," two golden weapons suddenly extended from the side, blocking An Qisheng's severed palm!

One was a golden melon, the other a battle-axe.

Clang! —

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the two weapons were knocked aside by An Qisheng's palm, smashing into the Emperor's chest.

The Emperor used the force to pull back, blood spilling from his mouth.

Blocked!

Although not completely blocked, it had dissipated seventy percent of the force!

The remaining thirty percent was not enough to heavily injure him.

And this True Heart Illusion, reformed after the Emperor was possessed, was not as simple as two guards!

The next instant, An Qisheng's hair stood on end.

A lazy yawn came from behind him.

"Ha—working overtime is really hard."

This voice, this half-dead, lazy, mocking, cold, murderous, and cynical laugh made An Qisheng's pupils shrink.

Before he could turn his head, a fist smashed into his back.

"This Palace is tired; can you just die on your own?"

An Qisheng was staggered by this punch, his eyes full of confusion.

Not to mention that if Li Miao had really come, this punch shouldn't have been so light... This Palace?

What kind of self-reference was this?

An Qisheng turned his head abruptly and saw Li Miao, dressed in a red gold-woven robe, wearing a crown and a cloud-dragon ribbon, dressed like a Crown Prince, covering his mouth and yawning.

"Ha—so hard."

"Your Majesty, can you—"

The Emperor shouted: "No!"

Crown Prince Li Miao shrugged.

"Fine, since you are the Emperor. When I ascend the throne in the future, I'll make you work to pay it back."

An Qisheng frowned, his gaze sweeping across both sides.

Two golden-armored guards shook their hands and necks, gripped their golden melons and axes, and looked over with two faces carrying Li Miao's signature ferocious smile.

An Qisheng realized.

"So that's it, this is your True Heart Illusion."

"No wonder I made my words so clear, yet you still insist on being my enemy; so this is what your true heart looks like!"

"Whose template did you use for this heart and mind? Is there anyone else in your heart besides Li Miao!"

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"Achoo! —"

Zhu Zai sneezed, vigilantly checking his body with true energy, and only after confirming it wasn't due to any poison did he feel relieved.

He walked back and forth in the hall.

Then he couldn't help but walk to the side of the coffin, looking worriedly at Li Miao sleeping inside, reaching in to tidy his collar, and then let out a long sigh.

"Sigh—"

"With no Emperor to look after him now, if Big Li runs into any accidents during his mental battle, there will be no one to protect him."

"I hope the Emperor can win and end today's affairs."

Zhu Zai sighed.

But the next moment, his expression turned ugly, his pupils shrank, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

Following his gaze into the coffin.

A wound suddenly split open on the shoulder of Li Miao, who had been sleeping quietly, and blood stained his clothes.

Zhu Zai's hands trembled, wanting to cover the wound.

But before he could reach over, several more wounds bloomed on Li Miao's body, blood gushing out, and in just a moment, a layer had accumulated at the bottom of the coffin.

Li Miao's brow also furrowed.

Zhu Zai turned around and shouted loudly.

"All remaining honored guests and Heaven-Men, come in and heal Commander Li!!!"

"Hurry!!!"

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"Ugh."

On the black beach, Li Miao frowned and retched.

"Disgusting, it's like eating a pile of aged corpses."

"An Qisheng, that old immortal, really didn't have good intentions; even after I stripped away his nature, he still wanted to disgust me."

He shook his head and punched the side.

Bang!

Splash—

Like hitting a lump of jelly, a sticky, slippery sound exploded, accompanied by black liquid splashing everywhere.

"Give—give it back—"

The pitch-black human figure was blasted into two segments by this punch.

But the next moment, two human faces emerged from the two split corpses, which then transformed into two pitch-black little people three feet tall, pouncing toward Li Miao.

And on the beach further away, dozens of pitch-black human figures, large and small, were running rapidly toward Li Miao. Dozens of faces, male or female, old or young, were embedded in these pitch-black figures, revealing greedy, jealous, and venomous smiles toward Li Miao.

Li Miao looked at his fist.

A crack opened on his fist, and tentacles rolled the black water stained on his knuckles into the crack.

Li Miao frowned again and spat.

"Ugh, enough."

"When I get out, I must press An Qisheng into a cesspit and drown him."

(End of chapter)