The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 287 Interest
Zheng Yi raised her hand and grabbed the corpse on the ground. She poured her true energy into it, but there was no reaction. The corpse dissipated in an instant.

Zheng Lingchuan is dead.

He almost committed suicide by breaking through the encirclement of two experts and rushing into the battle between her and Zheng Ming. Then, without any defense, he took a blow from both of them and died on the spot.

For the first time, Zheng Yi showed an expression; she frowned.

"I only have partial guesses about the internal strife in Yingzhou back then, but this person is probably the only survivor of the internal strife."

"What could possibly be worth his life?"

"He seemed to glance in the direction of Mount Song before he died... Is that thing on Mount Song?"

"But at this time, almost all the masters of the martial arts world had gathered on Mount Song. Who knows who he was thinking of before he died?"

In a flash, she looked up at Zheng Ming.

The other person was looking at her with a smile.

"This is not the time to think about these things."

"Now that this person is dead, there is no point in me staying to fight the people of Yingzhou... I must escape."

Zheng Ming suddenly smiled and spoke.

Are you trying to run away?

Zheng Yi frowned.

Do you think I'll let you leave?

Zheng Ming said with a smile.

"Do you really think that we went to such lengths, deliberately spared the life of Zheng Lingchuan, this traitor, and risked being discovered by the Embroidered Uniform Guard on Mount Song to lure you here, just so you could escape?"

"I just wanted to play around with you."

popping.

Zheng Ming clapped his hands.

Zheng Yi suddenly turned her head to look at the dense forest on one side.

Swipe, swish.

Branches and leaves fell, and twigs scraped against the metal. A figure gradually appeared, slowly approaching her, blocking her path along with the two Celestials who had previously attacked Zheng Lingchuan.

This person looks very similar to Zheng Lingchuan.

"Let me introduce myself, this is Zheng Lingsen."

Zheng Ming pointed to Zheng Lingchuan's corpse on the ground.

"His brother, born of the same father and mother."

"With me included—that should be enough to keep you here, right?"

Zheng Yi slowly tightened her grip on the sword hilt, her face showing no sign of distress, but her heart sank. She hadn't expected Yingzhou to invest so heavily. With three Celestials and Zheng Ming, her chances of escaping were now less than one in ten.

The only option now is to flee to Mount Song.

At this moment, there are Imperial Guards and almost all the masters of the martial arts world on Mount Song. As long as the battlefield is lured there, there will be a chance to escape in the chaos!
Swish!
Without the slightest hesitation, Zheng Yi dashed towards Mount Song! Apart from Zheng Ming, the three Celestials from Yingzhou rushed over instantly, completing their encirclement in a flash and blocking Zheng Yi's path.

Zheng Yi drew her sword, ready to risk injury to force her way through the encirclement.

Then—BOOM!!!

dusty!

Amidst the dust and smoke, Zheng Yi was sent flying backward, spitting out blood. She managed to turn around and land in mid-air, staggering as she used her longsword to steady herself.

Then three people... no, one person grabbed two heads, and with an incredibly violent force, they scattered the dust and slammed them to the ground!
wow-

The red and white substance burst forth instantly, splashing onto the branches and leaves along the roadside, where it slowly dripped down.

The two headless corpses twitched a few times, and the long sword and short sword slipped limply from their hands, falling to the ground with a crisp sound. Then there was silence.

Zheng Yi stared intently at the person.

She had just been fighting with three celestial beings from Yingzhou when she suddenly heard a scream from mid-air, and a figure was thrown into the forest.

Just as she was about to look up, the man crashed down in front of her like a meteorite. Amidst the flying dust, she was punched in the chest and had no choice but to use the force to fly backward.

Then she saw that the two Celestials who had tried to block her were grabbed by the head and slammed to the ground, dying without any resistance. "Tsk, forgot to wear gloves."

The man shook his hand, scattering the blood and flesh on the ground, then slowly stood up and looked up at Zheng Yi.

Their eyes met.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Zheng Yi was filled with doubt and surprise. She turned her head to look at Zheng Ming, then turned back to look at the other side again.

"Yingzhou... no, he's fighting the same way on both sides. If I were at the same level as those two, I would die too."

"Who is he?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow, first sizing up Zheng Yi, then looking at Zheng Ming, whose expression was uncertain. After a moment, he let out a sneer.

"Good heavens, what's going on here?"

"One, two."

Li Miao pointed at Zheng Yi and Zheng Ming, then at Zheng Lingchuan's corpse and Zheng Lingsen.

"Three, four."

"Even babies born to the same mother wouldn't have such perfectly proportioned faces. Your mother's name is Dolly?"

No one could understand what he was saying, but they could hear the chilling malice in his tone.

Judging from his actions of not saying a word, immediately attacking each of the three people upon his appearance, and directly smashing two of their heads, he had no intention of distinguishing between friend and foe.

From the moment he appeared, he exuded a chilling killing intent indiscriminately towards everyone present.

He intended to kill everyone from the very beginning.

Zheng Ming gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Li Miao, you know—"

"Shut up first."

Li Miao smiled coldly and interrupted him.

"I don't care what you want to say, or what nonsense you're trying to use to delay me from killing you. It's nothing more than some cliché about your background or origins."

"I don't care at all."

Li Miao slowly walked towards Zheng Ming.

"Regardless of your relationship with me, I'll only ask you two questions—were you the one who pretended I destroyed Emei?"

"You went to the Manichaeism in the Western Regions three months ago, saying you would protect them from the Imperial Guards. Was that you?"

The distance gradually shortened.

No matter how mysterious or powerful Yingzhou may be, it is essentially a reclusive sect. "Reclusive" means that it rarely travels in the martial arts world, and may not even appear in public at all.

Therefore, Zheng Ming did not kill many people—the incident at Emei was already one of his most devastating killings.

In the underworld, such a resume would earn one the title of "demon." But if you randomly asked one of Li Miao's subordinates how he compared to Li Miao...

They would just answer with a smile.

"Oh, you killed dozens of people, not bad."

"And what about after the meal?"

The murderous aura emanating from Li Miao was unmatched by anyone in the past few hundred years.

Therefore, even though Zheng Ming's level was similar to Li Miao's normal level, he still involuntarily took half a step back in front of Li Miao, who was constantly approaching.

"Li Miao, don't you want to know your birth name? Don't you want to know who your parents are?"

"Don't you want to know where your extraordinary, otherworldly qualities come from? You—"

Swish!
Before Zheng Ming could finish speaking, Li Miao's hand had already loomed large in his field of vision.

What followed was Li Miao's cold laughter.

“I have no interest in a single word you say until I tear your limbs off.”

(End of this chapter)