The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 353 Zheng Anqi

Gao Anyu was taken aback, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

"This guard is one of Uncle Li's men in disguise!"

"They heard the commotion from the Embroidered Uniform Guard and came specifically to meet me!"

Sure enough, the guard reached up and tore off a thin, cicada-wing-like human skin mask from his face, throwing it to the ground. With a flick of his wrists, several flashes of cold light shot out from his sleeves.

They were several bent metal rods with rings on them and gleaming hooks at their tips. With a flick of his wrist, they snapped together perfectly on his five fingers, from which five sharp claws extended.

It was An Ziyang, as the deputy sect leader of the Tang Clan, who abused his position for personal gain and commissioned a master craftsman within the sect to create a weapon specifically for Wang Hai.

With a single turn, Wang Hai unleashed a shower of blood upon the unsuspecting guards!
Behind Gao Anyu, screams and wails rang out at the same time.

"What is that! A bug, a bug!"

"Don't come any closer... cough cough cough—"

"Don't open your mouth! Cover your mouth and nose!"

"Poisonous! Be... careful..."

Gao Anyu glanced over and saw that the middle-aged man was surrounded by a dense swarm of flying insects, struggling to break free.

Wang Hai had already fought his way through the crowd, standing several feet tall.

Gao Anyu and Gu Feixuan exchanged a glance, then flashed along the path Wang Hai had opened, heading out together to fight their way.

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Zheng Yi spun her left hand in mid-air, encircling Wang Ziyi's arm. Naturally, Wang Ziyi couldn't let her subdue him like that. He slapped away Zheng Yi's thrusting sword with his right hand, and exchanged several blows with Zheng Yi's left palm, resulting in a loud explosion in mid-air!
Both of them were at different levels of cultivation, and neither of them had their strength reduced by the "Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man." Even the cultivation levels they had reached were just ordinary "Sumeru" and "Micius."

The true energy of Sumeru was inexhaustible; if it were any other day, the two would probably fight until dawn before a victor could be determined.

But right now, Zheng Yi has firmly gained the upper hand.

Because she noticed that Wang Ziyi's condition was not right.

There was nothing unusual about his skill level, and his moves were smooth and effortless, but Zheng Yi always felt that his opponent's grasp of distance was not precise when he made his moves, and the landing point was erratic, sometimes even several inches off.

This is a problem that should not and cannot exist for a celestial being who has cultivated "mesenteries".

After exchanging blows for a while, Zheng Yi deliberately tested him several times and finally discovered a clue—Wang Ziyi was not familiar with his own body.

People from Yingzhou and Penglai are generally very tall. Li Miao's height and arm length make him stand out from the crowd in Da Shuo; few can look him in the eye.

Wang Ziyi's height is almost exactly the same as Li Miao's.

He may have been changed not only in appearance, but also in his body.

The struggle for life and death is a matter of life and death, a fight to the death. The battle between the celestial beings is far beyond the ordinary; several moves can be exchanged in an instant. Experience and thought alone are not enough; one can only rely on techniques etched into one's very bones to fight the enemy.

Wang Ziyi's height, arm length, waist circumference, and gait have all been crudely altered to resemble those of people from Yingzhou and Penglai. If he is honed and familiarized with these traits over several years, he might become even stronger than before.

But right now, it's full of flaws!
Their arms clashed repeatedly in mid-air, each employing grappling techniques in a fierce battle. Wang Ziyi raised his arm to block, while Zheng Yi's fingers formed a claw, aiming for his elbow joint!
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Wang Ziyi frowned.

His arm was raised too high!

Zheng Yi took the opportunity to punch his elbow, and in that instant, she suddenly slipped her arm under his armpit and slapped Wang Ziyi's left rib!
Click!

Wang Ziyi did not cultivate to become "Vajra"!
Zheng Yi's palm strike was premeditated and prepared, directly breaking several ribs on his left side! The broken bones pierced his lungs, and excruciating pain surged through his mind, causing Wang Ziyi to freeze in place!
Zheng Yi cleaved down with her sword!
puff.

With his severed arm on the ground, Wang Ziyi raised his hand to cover his bare shoulder and quickly retreated!

Zheng Yi had no intention of letting him off the hook. She pressed forward, taking advantage of his weakness to finish him off. Her long sword danced in mid-air, forming a dense, impenetrable ball of silver light that enveloped Wang Ziyi!

Blood gushed out in a torrent, and flesh and blood splattered to the ground!
In the courtyard, which was ten zhang in diameter, the flying blood was flung out by the long sword and scattered in all directions. The long lines formed by the blood outlined dozens of scarlet lines in the courtyard!

Zheng Yi drew her sword, pushed aside Wang Ziyi's only remaining arm, and delivered a powerful front kick that landed squarely on his chest!

boom!
Wang Ziyi was sent flying like a cannonball, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air before crashing through a wall and landing in a side room. Zheng Yi darted in after him.

A moment later, Zheng Yi stepped out, sword in hand.

After a moment of calming his breathing, he raised his hand and tapped his body several times, secretly using his healing techniques to heal the wounds on his body.

He flicked his sword, splattering the blood onto the ground, and looked up at the main house.

Her fight with Wang Ziyi left the entire courtyard ravaged, the bluestone slabs on the ground crumbling into pieces, and Wang Ziyi's blood splattered all over the courtyard. Several streaks of blood, flung from his sword, even climbed up to the windows of the main house.

But the figure did not make any move.

He neither spoke nor offered any assistance to Wang Ziyi. Instead, he picked up his book again and continued reading by the lamplight.

Wang Ziyi did not utter a single cry for help until he was killed by Zheng Yi. Even in his dying moments, Zheng Yi did not sense any hatred from him.

It was as if he had come to "welcome a distinguished guest," just as the person inside had said. And even if his own life was in danger, he showed no intention of bothering the person inside to come and save him.

They were practically... assassins.

You must know that when Prince Yi was at the imperial tomb, he betrayed the court without hesitation. What methods did the person inside use to make this unruly devil willingly give his life?

Zheng Yi gripped the sword hilt tightly and slowly approached.

She stopped when she was about ten feet away.

Zheng Yi still vividly remembered the strange disappearance of the rubble. Regardless of what methods the other party used, rushing in rashly would be a bad idea.

But that doesn't mean she has no other options.

Zheng Yi held her sword horizontally before her, her true energy slowly flowing out, coating the blade with a hazy light and shadow. Her sharp aura gradually tightened, but it did not disappear; instead, it accumulated like a volcano.

Then it erupted!

boom!
With a sweep of his longsword, his true energy condensed into a sharp white line in mid-air, encompassing the entire main building!

I won't go in, but I can force you out!

We've torn down your house, let's see how you try to play tricks now!

boom!
The entire main building collapsed with a roar, and smoke and dust billowed up, obscuring the view.

Zheng Yi swept her palm across, dispersing the dust, and turned her gaze to the location of the figure—her pupils suddenly contracted!
The house collapsed, but the bed the man was sitting on remained completely undamaged.

Dust and smoke rose, but the man's body remained spotless.

Just as she had guessed, it was a face exactly like Li Miao's, looking at her kindly.

With slender hands, he placed the scroll on the table, lifted his robe sash, slowly stepped down from the couch, stood with his hands behind his back, and smiled at Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi frowned and asked in a cold voice.

"So you're that Master Zheng? Are you from Yingzhou or Penglai?"

"What's your name?"

Her original intention was to determine whether the other party was from the "main sect" or the "outer sect" based on their name, thereby roughly judging their strength.

Unexpectedly, the man's lips curled up, and he slowly uttered an answer that Zheng Yi neither anticipated nor found chilling.

"The title 'Immortal Master' was just a joke by Mr. Wang. As for my origins, I come from Yingzhou. And my name—"

He looked at Zheng Yi and said with a smile.

"Zheng Anqi has been waiting for your distinguished guest for a long time."

(End of this chapter)