Chapter 457: Means

The transparent giant claw condensed from protective true energy was like glazed glass suddenly smashed

Those were Li Miao's eyes.

Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng's pupils shrank, but he had no intention of retreating; instead, he lunged forward and threw a punch, blasting toward Li Miao's head.

If he had had the choice to leave before stepping into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, now that they were facing each other head-on, there was no room for turning back—only one person was destined to walk out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony today.

This punch was thrown, bringing with it a shrill roar.

The current Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng had already recovered eighty percent.

Compared to the aged state during the Battle of Wang Gongchang where he could only drive his protective true energy, he was more than several times stronger. Even if Li Miao were fully recovered, he would definitely not be his match!

Li Miao's fist struck head-on, tit for tat!

Bang—Boom!!!

First came the deafening sound of two fists colliding head-on; an instant later, the massive amount of air displaced by the two fists collided like a giant hammer, blasting out another ear-splitting roar!

Creak, creak—

The two fists remained fixed in mid-air, locked in a contest of strength.

They were actually deadlocked for a moment!

Clearly, before Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng had recovered, Li Miao could only force a draw by using gunpowder explosions; now that Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng had recovered eighty percent, there was no reason for Li Miao's strength to have also surged to the point of being on par with him!

Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng's pupils shrank, staring fixedly at Li Miao's eyes.

Only then did Li Miao slowly smile.

"Waiting for me to explain?"

"No, among all the opponents I've encountered since walking the Ordinary Jianghu, you are the only one I don't want to waste words on—I've seen all the memories of those wronged souls of the Zheng Anqis you devoured."

"It's the first time in my life I've been so disgusted by a person."

Creak, creak—

As Li Miao spoke, he slowly stood up, his muscles bulging beneath his python robe, actually forcing Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng's frame lower bit by bit. The ground beneath Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng's feet shattered, and his feet slowly sank into the earth.

Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng's gaze remained without a ripple.

The founding of Yingzhou was not without a process.

He did not figure out this method of possession and life extension in one go; it must have been accompanied by a large number of "experiments." His test subjects were his own descendants, which meant that at the very beginning of his experiments, he had to produce a large number of offspring.

The disgusting and base nature of it had reached a level that made even someone like Li Miao gasp in astonishment.

Yet Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng had long since grown accustomed to all of this.

His soul had long been twisted.

With his calves already sunk into the ground, Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng suddenly raised his hand and pulled, guiding Li Miao's fist to the side! The next instant, the protective true energy swirling around him suddenly changed shape, turning into dozens of sharp long spears that stabbed toward Li Miao's vital points!

Before the spears arrived, his vision suddenly went black.

Bang!

Li Miao's toe appeared before him out of nowhere, kicking him fiercely on the chin.

The immense force passed through the protective true energy, shaking his brain; Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng lost consciousness in an instant, his entire body rising into the air like a cannonball.

The roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shattered with a roar!

Zheng Zheng Anqi Sheng was kicked into mid-air, his eyes dazed.

But the next instant, Li Miao appeared above him, a fierce and peerless leg-axe strike slamming heavily onto his shoulder!

Like a falling meteorite.

From the massive doors and windows of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, countless fragments of stone and dust erupted with a roar, and the sound of wood snapping was incessant.

The next instant, the Hall of Supreme Harmony collapsed with a roar.

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"The Commander has woken up."

An Ziyang steadied himself against the wall, gasping for breath.

Wang Hai and Li Xiaosi were stabilizing the situation in Nanjing, Cao Cao Hanyan had not yet entered the gate, and Zhu Zai could not afford any mishaps. Today's events had almost all been pressed onto his shoulders, and he had indeed staked his life on the gambling table several times.