The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 401 Targeted Kill

Chapter 401 Targeted Kill
Clang clang—

Li Miao released his grip, and the hammer handle, only about a foot long, fell to the ground with a crisp sound, splashing some blood onto the front of Yan Song's python robe.

Yan Song took half a step back.

He had expected to bump into the official behind him, so he forced himself to stop, but there was no movement behind him at all. Looking back, he saw that the official behind him had all stumbled backward and fallen to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The crowd that had brought him to the front of the Fengtian Hall had already created a considerable distance between him and the crowd.

Yan Song turned around.

Li Miao tilted her head and smiled at him.

Having cultivated both body and spirit, he no longer needs to maintain his realm using an "eight-hour workday," and is in a state of unity of all four paths at any time. With the Jiezi (a magical artifact) empowered by Xuanlan (a magical artifact), his strength and true energy are all concentrated in a single line, so his normal attacks don't actually involve much fanfare.

However, the golden mace in his hand could not withstand his attack. It began to disintegrate after only one foot of swing. He could only spread his true energy to gather the fragments, which resulted in the current situation.

But now it seems just right.

A scarlet ravine, tens of feet long, stretched across the front of the Fengtian Hall, drawing a clear and bloody line between Li Miao and the officials.

Since the founding of the Great Shuo Dynasty, the Celestial Beings, who had been removed from the court by the Taizu Emperor for nearly two hundred years, have officially stepped back onto the stage today.

The status of major martial arts sects, the relationship between groups and individuals, the boundaries between the martial arts world and the imperial court, the question of whether power or force is superior... everything will change from today onward.

But let's focus on the present for now.

Yan Song maintained a calm expression, but his hands clenched tightly within his long sleeves.

An Qisheng had never made a move in front of him, and the Celestials of the Eastern Depot did not possess Li Miao's level of skill. Li Miao had not actually fought with An Qisheng last night, so in his mind, "literature is more valuable than martial arts." His comment last night about "a fourth-rank martial artist" was also a reflection of his own experience.

Now he knows he was wrong.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle... but he fundamentally misjudged the opponent's resources. The ally who died today is the price he must pay.

The public sentiment that he stirred up today has also dissipated.

Even from this day forward, aside from himself protected by An Qisheng, all his allies will be under constant threat from Li Miao. With the emperor's decree and Li Miao's action, no one will survive.

He exchanged a glance with Li Miao.

"You've won today."

He casually lifted the front of his shirt, then knelt down abruptly, his forehead pressed against the ground, just an inch away from the bloody ravine.

"Your Majesty is wise."

As soon as he said this, the other officials realized what was happening. They could no longer care about their shock and fear, and immediately knelt down, banging their heads on the ground, and shouted in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Li Miao looked at Yan Song kneeling in front of him and let out a cold laugh.

"As expected of a figure who has reached the pinnacle of the officialdom in Da Shuo, he is decisive in going up and decisive in kneeling down. He is not saddened when his ally dies in front of him, nor angry when he kneels before his enemy. He is truly a shameless old man."

Yan Song acted as if he hadn't heard anything and didn't make a move.

"But the more shameless you are, the more I feel I should kill you today. A shameless opponent is much harder to deal with than a shameful one."

Li Miao said softly.

Before he finished speaking, his fingers twitched slightly, and a subtle stream of true energy silently shot out, heading straight for Yan Song.

On the surface, he couldn't directly eliminate the Grand Secretary, the head of all officials. But secretly planting a plot to make Yan Song "die suddenly from fear" after leaving the palace was a price he could bear.

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Just as it reached Yan Song, it made a loud thud, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and then suddenly disappeared.

Li Miao's eyes narrowed, and he instantly spotted a pair of aged eyes in the crowd.

"You are indeed here."

An Qisheng.

He was determined not to let Yan Song put his head under Li Miao's blade. After disguising himself, he sneaked in and used his invisible and intangible protective aura to block Li Miao's attack.

Li Miao raised her hand and beckoned to him as if no one else was around. "Since you've made a move, how about we have a little spar?"

An Qisheng, standing in the crowd, closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Li Miao's lips curled up.

“You’re definitely not in the right state. Last night, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to make a move, it was that you couldn’t. You were stalling and waiting. Now, you don’t dare to fight me to the death.”

"Then I'm going to... kill someone, okay?"

"I don't care what your plans are. If you don't dare to make a move now, I'll kill your people one by one. When you're all left with just a few bare hands, I'll break you... one by one."

An Qisheng and Yan Song both acted as if they hadn't heard anything.

Li Miao's smile grew even more arrogant. He turned around, looked at Zhu Zai in the Fengtian Hall, and nodded to him.

Zhu Zai immediately understood and spoke loudly.

"According to the investigation by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the following officials also colluded with the eunuch in charge of Nanjing's defense, accepting bribes and covering up for him."

"Yu Mingyu, Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Personnel."

Bang!
The person whose name was called suddenly looked up, his pupils dilating to their limit, and opened his mouth to cry out that he was innocent. The next moment, a fist-sized hole suddenly exploded in his chest.

"Groo-ho—"

The incomplete cry of injustice was cut short by the blood welling up in his throat. The body fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained still.

Li Miao stretched out his finger, squinted his eyes, and his lips moved slightly.

"Boom."

The officials at the front shuddered, pressing their foreheads even closer to the ground.

So Zhu Zai continued reciting.

"Huang Guangqi, Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate."

Bang!
"Song Huaide, Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices."

Bang!
"Han Yunzhang, Vice Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture."

Bang!
One by one, Zhu Zai uttered names. With each name that landed, one person looked up in terror, only to be killed by Li Miao's "Mysterious Heaven Finger" in the next instant.

Each of them was a high-ranking official in the capital, a man of great influence and influence; each of them could decide the life and death of countless people with a single stroke of their pen; each of them was a staunch supporter of Yan Song's faction, accumulated over more than a decade in power.

Now, their blood is being spilled on the ground as if it were free, seeping into the cracks between the bricks, disappearing along with their lives.

After a while, Zhu Zai had read out more than a dozen names.

More than a dozen corpses lay scattered among the crowd.

He continued reading.

"Lin Qi, Secretary of the Records Office of the Five Military Commands."

Li Miao pointed it out as usual.

The sharp true energy of the Ming Cult's ultimate technique, the Xuan Tian Finger, instantly reached the man's heart.

Bang.

It emitted a muffled thud, then suddenly dissipated.

The man turned pale, fell backward, and crawled backward on all fours, emitting incoherent screams that caused chaos in the crowd.

Li Miao glanced at An Qisheng.

He raised his hand again and pointed a Xuan Tian Finger at the man.