Chapter 452: Fire Cannon

Before An Ziyang had fully stood up, Zheng Zheng Anqi's gaze had already locked onto him; by the time the tail sound landed, Zheng Zheng Anqi had already rushed into the building at An Ziyang's feet.

Boom!

The roof and the main beam shattered instantly like paper; the moment Zheng Zheng Anqi broke through the roof, his protective true energy extended along his right hand, snowflakes falling, outlining a transparent long blade nearly ten zhang long.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards and An Ziyang lying on the roof reacted, weapons dancing, muskets ringing, and shouts of killing rose. Dozens of Embroidered Uniform Guard elites blocked in front of An Ziyang, rushing toward Zheng Zheng Anqi together.

And then—woo.

With a sound like wind passing through forest leaves, extremely subtle and extremely short, the transparent long blade swept a circle and returned to its original position.

Time seemed to stand still.

The next instant, the sonic boom exploded.

The white sonic boom ring blew everything on the roof away; human bodies, armor, mechanisms, and hidden weapons were all snapped in two in mid-air, rolling down the roof with a clatter.

Zheng Zheng Anqi's gaze swept over.

"Substitute."

The corpse of "An Ziyang" snapped in two landed, its face distorted and deformed, turning into another strange face.

Zheng Zheng Anqi raised his hand and grabbed, sucking the corpse cut into two halves into his hand, turning back to rush into the crowd he was escorting, his protective true energy extending into a wall to block the sword rain.

At the same time, he threw the two halves of the corpse to Liu Jin.

"Check if there are Gu insects. This substitute's martial arts are too weak, doesn't look like a high-ranking official, but the order was too decisive, it is very likely that he communicated with the main body to confirm the timing of the order through Gu insects."

Liu Jin closed his eyes to investigate immediately, and said after a moment.

"There are Gu insects, but there is more than one connection."

He pointed in three directions.

"Left, right, right front, two hundred zhang away, each has a connection, each could be the main body, the other party made a cover, I can't distinguish."

Zheng Zheng Anqi asked without hesitation.

"How many people are left now?"

"Three hundred and sixty-two, some died just now."

"I need twenty breaths."

"Then when you come back, there will be no fewer than three hundred and forty alive."

"Good."

Until the Ordinary Jianghu people organized their formation, Zheng Zheng Anqi didn't have the slightest hesitation, flew, and headed in the direction indicated by Liu Jin.

In a ruin on one side, a Embroidered Uniform Guard who had been swept into two halves by Zheng Zheng Anqi barely propped up his upper body, and at the last moment before consciousness disappeared, crushed the Gu insect he had been holding in his palm.

Hundreds of zhang away, An Ziyang stood up suddenly, threw the struggling dead Gu insect to the ground, and said coldly.

"Zheng Zheng Anqi really came to kill me; he separated from those 'grain'."

"Start."

Several responses came from the surrounding ruins, and several figures rushed away.

Only two people remained by An Ziyang's side.

The surrounding walls and ground were shaking continuously, and the loud noises approached gradually from hundreds of zhang away. Every loud noise represented the disappearance of dozens of lives. Only ten breaths passed, and with a loud bang, Zheng Zheng Anqi descended from the sky, smashing into a side hall.

After landing, without the slightest hesitation, Zheng Zheng Anqi slapped down.

Boom!

The ground sank, revealing the secret room beneath.

Zheng Zheng Anqi looked down.

Beside An Ziyang, stood a monk and a Daoist; the Daoist was the Mount Wudang old Daoist who had been beaten to heavy injuries and fainted a few days ago; as for the monk, he was wearing an old monk robe, his beard and hair were all white, his face looked miserable and kind, but the demon-subduing pestle he held in his hand had dark red faintly visible in the gaps.

Just by sweeping a glance, Zheng Zheng Anqi knew it in his heart.

Mount Wudang, Shaolin.

The monk and Daoist also looked up at him, their gazes crossing.

An Ziyang turned and ran.

Before running a few steps, the wind force from the suddenly lifted secret room blew him away. He rolled several times after landing, suddenly raised his hand and slapped the wall, and the stone door opened with a bang; he flashed in and pressed the door-closing mechanism without hesitation.

The moment before the stone door closed, he saw the Shaolin old monk have half of his arm torn off by Zheng Zheng Anqi.

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