Chapter 476: Corpse Pit

Zhao Wuji's corpse fell.

No one would ever know his story again.

For instance, seventeen years ago, he was a famous young hero in the Jianghu; for instance, he was Zuo Lishan's sworn brother; for instance, he had once set an ambush with Zuo Lishan to surround and kill the "Great Asura" Meng Nan.

And for instance, he had already arranged everything, prepared silver and men, and was ready to make a name for himself in the Jianghu, to take back the seventeen years Zuo Lishan had taken from him.

But until his death, he was just a mountain bandit leader who stopped at nothing and was of no consequence. His only point of distinction was making Li Miao raise an eyebrow and feel a slight, fleeting surprise in his heart.

"Recognized me?"

"This bandit leader actually has some insight."

Immediately, he turned and walked away, not sparing him another glance.

A few bandits remained in the room, their weapons clattering to the floor.

From the time Li Miao entered the room until now, it had been no more than three or five sentences and a dozen breaths of time, yet their mood had shifted from victory in their grasp to mourning like they had lost their parents. However, with Zhao Wuji as a cautionary tale, they dared not try to flee in front of Li Miao again.

Li Miao did not care; he waved his hand, and Wu Mingxiao stepped forward to subdue and bind the few of them.

Li Miao walked slowly to the wild man, whom he had pressed against the beam with his internal energy from a distance, looked him up and down carefully, and chuckled lightly.

"Indeed, it is the bloodline of the Yang family."

"His bones and muscles are as strong as an ox; he could build such a solid foundation even by practicing such garbage internal energy. And the moves—they have a bit of the foundation of Xingyi Quan, but only the Tiger Form."

"Were you raised by this lean tiger?"

The wild man, however, turned a deaf ear, staring only at the lean tiger and the long blade in his own hand that was plunged into the tiger's head.

"Are you mute?"

Li Miao waved his hand abruptly.

The wild man was sent flying, smashing into the ground. Before he could spit out a mouthful of blood, he was lifted by Li Miao from a distance and smashed into the ground again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After repeating this seven or eight times, Li Miao finally withdrew his hand behind his back.

"Are you awake now?"

The wild man was already bleeding from his nose and mouth, covered in wounds. But his bones and muscles were truly strong; after being tossed around by Li Miao like this, he did not suffer any injuries that would affect his movement.

But he finally woke up.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

He raised his hand and looked at his own palm.

Beast-like howls squeezed out of his mouth.

Li Miao's dark sense of humor was everywhere; he could have killed this man and tiger with a wave of his hand, yet he insisted on forcing the wild man to kill the lean tiger with his own hands. If not for the wild man's innate talent and wide meridians, he would have almost suffered Qi deviation.

"Why... why..."

"I just wanted to... raise... the child..."

"Why... do you all... have to bully... me..."

Tears and snot flowed freely.

Just by hearing him speak, one could tell his mind was chaotic; although his body had grown up, his intelligence was only at the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

If he could win, it would be fine, but since he couldn't win and had lost the life of the lean tiger, he now had no spirit left to resist, only crying and wailing in place, pulling his throat to emit sad cries like a wounded beast.

Wu Mingxiao couldn't bear to watch anymore. After binding the remaining bandits, he walked to Li Miao's side and whispered.

"Brother Li... actually, this wild man didn't hurt anyone, perhaps..."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"There are plenty of pitiful people in this world; it's not his turn."

"Forget it, take a live one, follow me."

Having said that, he raised his hand and beckoned, pulling the wild man into his grasp. Then, he grabbed his neck and gave a flick, dislocating all the joints in his body, and pressed his mute point to stop his wailing, before walking toward the door.

Wu Mingxiao dragged a bandit and followed.

When they reached the center of the stronghold, Li Miao asked indifferently.

"Where is the place where the corpses are buried?"

The bandit being dragged by Wu Mingxiao turned pale, his throat rolled, and he braced himself to say.

"He-Hero, I—" ===== CHAPTER 477 =====