Chapter 449: Recovery

An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Without a hint of hesitation, he flashed out several zhang, and in mid-air, he took out all the poison he carried and threw it out!

Swish—hiss—

What level of poison was he carrying now?

The two most poisonous inheritances in the world, the good stuff from Miao Jiang and Tang Men, he picked the best; this handful scattered was a good three or four jin, dry, wet, cold, hot, green, purple, white, gray, with teeth, with pincers, with barbs, with wings, fluttering to the ground, exploding into a whole cloud of blue-purple mist.

The floor tiles just lifted, and a puff of smoke rushed in with a "woo" sound; the people inside were also straightforward, legs kicked, tongues stuck out, and they died without a sound.

And An Ziyang's group also used the poison smoke as cover to rush out of the door.

Just by sweeping a glance, An Ziyang gritted his teeth, and the four eunuchs accompanying him were even more terrified.

Zheng Zheng Anqi was on the roof not far away, looking at them; the distance between them would not exceed ten zhang... For a four-path-combined, this distance was no different from being under his crotch.

The poison mist lingering around didn't bring the slightest sense of security.

Two eunuchs turned and ran, and two others looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and were about to lift Mei Qinghe and An Ziyang to escape, but heard An Ziyang shout sharply.

"No!"

"No need to leave, trust me!"

Before the words fell, Mei Qinghe had already stopped in response.

The two eunuchs saw the two of them stop, first hesitated, then stomped their feet fiercely, and finally stayed behind. Only saying in a low voice: "Battalion Commander An, this is Zheng Zheng Anqi... the person who fought Li Miao to a draw, it's not something any method can—"

"No, no need to deal with him anymore."

But heard An Ziyang say in a deep voice.

He raised his hand and pointed at Zheng Zheng Anqi.

"Look, he only looks like he is looking at us, but in fact, he hasn't moved for several breaths."

The two eunuchs looked in the direction he pointed.

Zheng Zheng Anqi stood on the roof with his hands behind his back, standing like a mountain, emitting the majestic and steady momentum of a high mountain. His body was covered in undried blood, making people feel cold all over just by looking at him. But his eyes were empty, without a hint of wisdom, and he didn't see the slightest movement; if not for his chest rising and falling slightly, he would simply be like a statue.

It was just that he had always had a stiff posture like raw iron, which made several people not notice the abnormality for a while.

"He..."

Mei Qinghe opened his mouth hesitantly.

"It's His Majesty."

An Ziyang let out a long breath.

"His Majesty is using Jizhao to control him..."

"He appeared here; either he defeated His Majesty, or he escaped. But if he really won, His Majesty must be dead, then he would kill us casually, and wouldn't stand and watch... So he escaped."

"Now that he doesn't speak or move, he must have been caught up by His Majesty and dragged into the Jizhao illusion, no doubt."

An Ziyang bowed in the direction of Zheng Zheng Anqi.

"Your Majesty, is there anything you need us to do?"

But after he finished asking, there was no response from the roof over there.

An Ziyang's brow furrowed.

Jizhao drags others into the illusion, but one should still be able to hear and see everything in the outside world. Zheng Zheng Anqi must have been dragged into the illusion, but why didn't the Emperor answer?

In the dead silence, only the buzzing sound of the Gu insects An Ziyang scattered vibrating their wing sheaths rose and fell continuously.

Suddenly, the Emperor's voice sounded, but only one sentence.

"Go."

An Ziyang's pupils shrank!

Following this "Go," a sound of mechanical gears turning suddenly came from behind; the floor tiles lifted again, revealing a middle-aged Ordinary Jianghu person's face that was as cold as a doll.

Just by looking at the expression, he knew this was Liu Jin's clone. An Ziyang raised his hand and shot a Rain of Pears.

Liu Jin now only had a sharp mouth; everyone on Li Miao's side had long ago set their attitude toward him—don't listen, don't ask, don't answer, just kill him when you meet!

Swish, swish, swish, swish——

Countless poison-quenched needles shot out, reaching Liu Jin in an instant.

Liu Jin didn't dodge or evade, just spat out a sentence calmly.

"Island Master Zheng, with this part of the grain here, it should be enough for you to recover slightly—"

Before he finished speaking, he had already been shot down.

His corpse tumbled into the secret passage, startling the Ordinary Jianghu people who hadn't crawled out yet into a series of screams.

An Ziyang was terrified.

According to Liu Jin's words, he also thought of the Zheng Zheng Anqi affair in Nanjing like Zhu Zai, and instantly connected everything, understanding Liu Jin's intention in transporting these Ordinary Jianghu people and civil officials into the capital.

"Sister Mei, go kill those civil officials, quickly!!!"

He shouted sharply, flashed to the side of the secret passage exit, exerted the massive true energy of the Wedding Dress Divine Art to smash the top cover, and then raised his hand to pour the hidden weapons and poison he carried into it.

Although Mei Qinghe didn't understand, he had already rushed out several zhang while An Ziyang was halfway through his sentence, rushing toward the direction where the civil officials made sounds, sword energy overflowing, Sword Twenty-Three ready to go!

Just in this flash of lightning!

"Ha—"

A long sigh was spat out from Zheng Zheng Anqi's mouth.

This long sigh was as if a prisoner had taken off his shackles, a porter had put down his burden, revealing a hint of comfort, and carrying a joyful relief.

An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Looking back.

On the roof, Zheng Zheng Anqi's originally lifeless eyes changed. The pupils gradually shrank, his gaze focused, first sweeping across An Ziyang and the others, and then looking in the direction where the civil officials and Ordinary Jianghu people were.

With just this look, An Ziyang felt the shouting of the Ordinary Jianghu people in the secret passage under his feet stop instantly. At the same time, the noisy talking of the civil officials coming from not far away also disappeared together.

In the place where ears and eyes could reach, there was no more human sound.

Mei Qinghe stopped his steps.

An Ziyang's palms slowly clenched.

Then he heard Zheng Zheng Anqi say calmly.

"Are you Li Miao's subordinates?"

"Guessed very correctly, acted very decisively, just too weak, too slow."

"Li Miao, among the people I have seen in the past thousand years, in terms of trouble, he can be ranked in the top three. He rushed and killed without the slightest hesitation, rushing my plan to the verge of collapse, destroying my Yingzhou completely... If I had seen him a thousand years ago, I could only flee in panic."

"Unfortunately, now he is trapped in the mental image, only having this Heaven-Man guard who was possessed. Even if I only recovered 50%, it is enough—to crush to his front."

Before the words fell, Zheng Zheng Anqi waved his palm and struck behind him.

Boom!

A loud noise exploded, and the house shattered.

A bright yellow dragon robe flew up, spitting blood in mid-air. The Emperor clutched his chest and landed, his face like gold paper, reaching out to wrap An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, about to turn and flee.

Before he could escape several zhang, suddenly his eyes blurred.

Zheng Zheng Anqi was already standing in front of them.

His palm raised toward them, thumb and little finger buckled in the palm, not yet attacking, but the massive true energy contained had already stirred up the dust on the ground.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 450 =====