Chapter 450: Frightened Away

Between the four paths combined, there is also a gap.

Zheng Zheng Anqi only recovered 50%, and the Emperor only practiced with Li Miao for three days, recovering 50-60% of his martial arts. But the gap in foundation not only allowed Zheng Zheng Anqi to break free from the Jizhao illusion but also formed an insurmountable gap in strength in reality.

Facing Zheng Zheng Anqi's palm and accumulation, the Emperor understood—he couldn't take this move.

Just now, being broken out of the Jizhao illusion and momentarily distracted, he was struck by Zheng Zheng Anqi, which had already injured his dantian and heart pulse; his martial arts, which had only recovered 50-60%, now only had 20-30% left.

Another palm, and he would be dead or crippled.

And An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe would immediately become a pile of minced meat.

Facing life and death, the Emperor didn't have much fear in his heart; he just felt unwilling... If he died, Zheng Zheng Anqi would probably go to kill Li Miao immediately; this was the thing he couldn't let go of.

But he could only exert the remaining true energy in his dantian, force the strength, and strike back with a punch, making a final resistance.

Clang! ——

This punch was blocked by the protective true energy that extended over.

And Zheng Zheng Anqi's palm had already begun to push out.

The Emperor, An Ziyang, and Mei Qinghe all had a face appear in their hearts at the same time.

"Big Li/Commander..."

It was as if the face they were thinking of suddenly came alive and started speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Quite lively."

The three felt a sadness first, thinking they had hallucinated at the moment of death. Then they were stunned, only feeling that this hallucination was too real, and not to mention the unique temperament of three parts mockery, four parts laziness, and twelve parts viewing everyone as nothing in the tone, which was too vivid, even the sense of distance was slowly approaching, as if...

As if Li Miao had really come!

Even the palm Zheng Zheng Anqi was about to push out stopped!

The three turned their heads suddenly.

Several zhang away, at the corner of the palace hall, that familiar figure was sitting on a four-wheeled carriage, being slowly pushed out by Zhu Zai.

A bear-skin cloak hung down along the dark black python robe, his hands wearing black gold gloves, one resting on the armrest supporting his face, one naturally hanging along the armrest, his heroic eyebrows closed leisurely, the corners of his mouth curled in a familiar arc, his complexion a bit pale, but it set off his outstanding temperament even more.

If it wasn't Commander Li Miao, who else could it be?

While the three were stunned, Zhu Zai pushed the four-wheeled carriage past the three and arrived in front of Zheng Zheng Anqi.

Zheng Zheng Anqi withdrew his palm and stared fixedly at Li Miao.

Li Miao tilted his head, seemingly looking at him, but didn't open his eyes.

"What, disturbed your interest?"

"Weren't you quite capable of speaking just now? Weren't you going to crush to my front? What, recovered 50% of your cultivation, the distance of a few feet between you and me now—"

"Not crushing over?"

Still that familiar, mocking tone.

Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng, however, made no move.

Fear, not necessarily.

But dread, it was real.

Everything he said before was sincere; Li Miao was indeed one of the most troublesome enemies he had encountered in the past thousand years.

A reckless man who rushed and killed, a killing machine who loved blood, he had killed no less than a thousand or eight hundred; Li Miao was not much different from these people in essence... But he was Li Miao, the Heaven-Man best at killing in the world today; Zheng Zheng Anqi, who had accumulated a thousand years, was forced by him to lose all his trump cards and had to gamble his life personally under heavy injuries.

Now the distance was no more than a few feet.

Zheng Zheng Anqi was silent for a few breaths, actually suddenly withdrew and retreated.

He knew that if Li Miao's state was perfect, it was impossible for him to talk to him; he would only kill to his front and decide life and death on the spot. Now that he didn't attack, he was 80% likely bluffing. He could even hear Zhu Zai's heartbeat and smell the faint cold sweat on his body.

But he didn't want to gamble.

Liu Jin's arrangements were not just here.

Wait until the perfect state is restored, then come to decide life and death, it's not too late.

Like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, in just one breath, Zheng Zheng Anqi completely disappeared from the sight of the few.

Zhu Zai let out a long breath.

"He really left... Big Li, why were you so sure he would leave? If he really attacked, even if it was just a slight probe, we would definitely die."

Li Miao smiled with his eyes closed. "Because I saw his memories."

"He is an assassin. He does not fear life or death, nor does he lack the temperament for split-second decisions and fighting to the death. Things like mockery, injuries, hatred, and desperate situations cannot affect his state of mind. He is a difficult opponent, at the very least far more difficult than His Majesty the Emperor."

"But precisely because he is an assassin, he has no desire for victory or defeat; when there is a better choice and a more stable opportunity, he will immediately retreat and seek the next success."

"Even after cultivating for a thousand years, he is still the best of assassins and a substandard martial artist. Therefore, he will not make a move."

Zhu Zai let out a long breath.

"So that's it..."

While the two were talking, they heard An Ziyang say excitedly behind them.

"Commander, you... Your Majesty!"

With a thud, the Emperor fell to the ground.

The palm of Zheng Zheng Anqi's 50% cultivation left not small injuries on him; he had already been struggling to support himself until now. Seeing Li Miao wake up, he lost the heart to support himself, and couldn't maintain his posture, falling backward.

An Ziyang hurriedly supported him and shouted.

"Commander, His Majesty is heavily injured, you—"

Zhu Zai shook his head slowly, turned the four-wheeled carriage, and Li Miao faced An Ziyang and said.

"Little Xiao Anzi, Little Mei."

"Yes, Commander..." "Commander."

"The arrangement at Wang Gongchang was not bad; during the time I was in a deep sleep, you worked hard."

An Ziyang almost shed tears, and Mei Qinghe also bit his lip.

Li Miao continued.

"Is His Majesty still awake?"

An Ziyang replied.

"Fainted."

"Is that so, that's good."

Li Miao smiled.

"If he was still awake, I really wouldn't know how to talk to him. I shouldn't have used Ji Tianrui's method to control him; now it's awkward. It's good that he fainted, saving the effort of measuring the sense of proportion."

An Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Miao could still joke, and he finally felt at ease.

"Commander, what do you consider this?"

"Fighting, just in the brain, divided some mind to talk to you."

An Ziyang hesitated for a while and said softly.

"Will you... win?"

Li Miao curled his mouth.

"Have I ever lost?"

An Ziyang finally let out a long breath.

Then he heard Li Miao continue to say with a smile.

"Alright, my affairs are not for you to worry about."

"Listen well now, today's affairs are far from over; the grain Liu Jin prepared for Zheng Zheng Anqi is more than just what's here; the officials and Ordinary Jianghu people living in Jiang Mi Lane, here at most consumed 30-40%."

"The remaining ones are enough for Zheng Zheng Anqi to restore his perfect state."

"Find them, kill as many as you can, drag it out for an hour, wait for me to wake up."

"Leave the rest to me."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 451 =====