The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 369 Fighting
Zheng Anqi remained silent.

He didn't pursue further, nor did he make any moves. Suddenly, he stopped, stood still, lowered his head, and remained silent and still.

Only the wisps of true energy rippling around him like waves revealed that he had completely lost his composure.

After a long pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"How are you any more noble than me?"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes completely filled with blood, and a pair of dark pupils formed from resentment stared intently at Li Miao.

That face, exactly like Li Miao's, had been twisted by resentment into a ghostly face that could stop a child from crying at night.

But he seemed unsatisfied, and with his left hand, he curled his fingers into a claw and suddenly grabbed at his own face.

scoff-

Five claws left five deep furrows on that heroic face.

"Isn't that damn face also on your head?"

"Do you have a choice?"

Sizzle, sizzle...

He scratched his face repeatedly, his skin peeling back, bits of flesh embedded in his fingernails, stuck to his collar, and falling to the ground, yet he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

Only after all his facial features had been gouged out did he let out a satisfied groan.

Now his face is nothing but a blurry mass of flesh and blood, and two scarlet eyeballs, bearing no resemblance to Li Miao whatsoever.

"And now? Between you and me, who's more like a chamber pot?"

Li Miao sneered.

"Naturally, whoever is holding the urine is more like a chamber pot."

Are you holding your pee?

“Oh, I forgot, you even inherited the name… You are an outstanding, benchmark-like—superior chamber pot.”

Zheng Anqi was so angry he felt like his teeth were about to break.

When it comes to verbal sparring, there are probably only two people in the world, An Ziyang and Zheng Yi, one a scholar and the other a warrior, who can hold their own against Li Miao.

Zheng Anqi, on the other hand, used a long flute, wore a long robe, and read ancient books.

How could Zheng Anqi possibly compete with Li Miao? If it weren't for the fact that they shared the same ancestor, which restricted Li Miao's ability to perform, Zheng Anqi wouldn't even have the right to stand there and breathe heavily.
He doesn't look like a "celestial master" at all now.

"If you hadn't been taken away back then...would you still be able to say these things?"

He forced the words out through clenched teeth.

"From birth, one is faced with a bunch of faces exactly like one's own. Before becoming a Celestial Being, one doesn't even have a name. After becoming a Celestial Being, one is implanted with this Mysterious Eye..."

"And I, who could have cultivated my own Xuanlan, who was so talented that I could dominate the entire martial arts world, cannot even have my own name."

"Zheng Anqi, Zheng Anqi."

"My own face, my own life, my own martial arts, my own name... I have nothing. I have been forced into becoming a mere shadow!"

"I! Have! Nothing!"

He roared at Li Miao.

"If you hadn't been taken out of Yingzhou back then, you would have been even more miserable than me... You were just lucky, lucky, and now you're back to laugh at those of us who couldn't escape!"

"What right do you have to insult me!"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and spread his hands.

"What happened?"

Zheng Anqi's breath hitched.

"I'm lucky, it's easy for me to say this while I'm not in your shoes... What are you going to do about it?" "Besides, do you think I would be in your shoes?"

Li Miao smiled.

"I'll tell you what I'll do."

"I will leave Yingzhou the moment I achieve the Celestial Realm, then cripple my own martial arts, rebuild my Celestial Realm, and return to destroy Yingzhou in a dignified manner!"

Zheng Anqi roared, "You can't do it! If you abandon your martial arts and start over, even if you lose your Celestial Realm cultivation and start over, you'll never be able to reach your original level again in this lifetime!"

So what if I can't do it?

Li Miao's smile vanished.

"If you can't do it, then you shouldn't do it?"

"You don't dare to empty the urine from your own belly, yet you blame me for calling you a chamber pot? You just said you could cultivate your own profound understanding, but I think... you can't."

He squinted, looking at Zheng Anqi with disdain.

"Even prostitutes in brothels know that once you've accepted a customer's money, you shouldn't complain about how hard he uses it. If you feel disgusted, throw the money on the ground before you talk."

"If you've taken the benefits and can't bear to let them go, what right do you have to complain?"

"You dare to claim to be a cultivator?"

Zheng Anqi was speechless.

Li Miao's words pierced his heart deeply, tearing away the outer skin to reveal the bloody inside.

He couldn't argue.

But as the saying goes, "A lie won't hurt you, but the truth will."

A surge of hatred!

The magnanimity he had displayed before, the composure with which he said he would take the inheritance and destroy Yingzhou if Li Miao won... all vanished like smoke. Only endless resentment remained.

Li Miao scoffed.

“That’s right. I can’t stand the people of Yingzhou who pretend to be something they’re not with, and I can’t stand your disgusting appearance. If I want the Xuanlan inheritance, I’ll find someone to interrogate me myself. I don’t need you to give it to me.”

"I'm going to kill you, you're going to kill me, don't give me that pitiful, sympathetic look—it just disgusts me."

Zheng Anqi said hoarsely, "Okay."

Everything has been said.

There was no empathy, no mutual appreciation; all that remained was pure, unadulterated slaughter.

The ribbons of true energy surrounding Zheng Anqi compressed again, transforming into a robe that he draped over his body.

The next moment!
boom!
Their arms were intertwined, their venomous and arrogant gazes clashed, their robes fluttered, and blood splattered!
Ignoring the hem of his robe that was stuck in his thigh, Li Miao lunged forward, pushing Zheng Anqi dozens of feet away. After passing through a scene of collapsing houses, falling trees, and flying rocks, he finally tackled Zheng Anqi to the ground!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Three more punches landed in one spot, tearing the robes and opening gaps in the skin. Li Miao's fist bones also cracked, but the smile on his face grew even more ferocious!

The next punch is about to land!

With his robes torn open and his physical body unable to withstand Li Miao's punches, Zheng Anqi no longer cared about saving face. He grabbed Li Miao's calves with both hands and whipped him away!
Before he could even get up, the wall on one side was kicked open with a loud bang by Li Miao!

Like a hungry tiger, Li Miao pounced again, his hands forming claws, creating countless ripples on his robes!

"Where did this guy learn his martial arts from!"

Zheng Anqi gritted his teeth.

He had never heard of Li Miao's fighting style before!

Before reaching the Celestial Realm and before acquiring healing techniques, how did this guy survive countless battles?
But he had no time to think about these questions... because Li Miao had already torn another hole in his robe! His fingertips were already touching his skin, causing a sharp pain!
Zheng Anqi dodged Li Miao's punch by tilting his head, and then struck Li Miao's shoulder with a palm, trying to knock him back and buy himself a moment's time.

With just a breath, his robes can be restored again!

But as the blood splattered, all he saw was Li Miao's shoulder, which he had forcefully slapped away, the exposed bone fragments, and a ferocious smile splattered with blood!

Li Miao dispelled his protective true energy and external martial arts!
A punch landed squarely on Zheng Anqi's face!
(End of this chapter)