The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 438 King versus King

“Here…”

On the dirty, chaotic street, the man covered his swollen, shiny face, pointed to an inconspicuous, dilapidated house, and mumbled something indistinctly.

An Ziyang squinted and took a look.

A wave of his hand.

The three worshippers then flew off towards the dilapidated house.

The remaining deity remains here.

A moment later, a deafening roar erupted!
The three celestial beings attacked together, and in an instant, they blasted the dilapidated house into a pile of rubble!
An Ziyang was not far away, and his eyesight was excellent. He took in the situation in an instant, but his brows furrowed.

There were indeed people inside that dilapidated house.

Because blood was indeed splattering out from among the flying debris.

But the health is wrong, it's too low.

There was probably only enough for three or four people. If we go by what the man said, this dilapidated house should have been packed full, and after it was smashed to pieces by the worshippers, it should have burst open like soup dumplings, with juice all over the floor.

An Ziyang glanced back at the man.

The man trembled and knelt down with a thud.

"Uh, I don't know..."

As he spoke, the three elders rushed back. One of them handed An Ziyang a piece of wood stained with blood.

An Ziyang rubbed his fingers on it and then brought it to his nose to smell it.

"The blood of the dead is stinking."

"Are they all like this?"

The worshippers nodded.

"What about the dilapidated houses on the side? What about those江湖人 (jianghu people) on the outskirts?"

The worshippers shook their heads.

"In that case, that person should have already run away."

"Search the three of you."

The three attendants accepted the order and left.

An Ziyang stood there, eyes closed, lost in thought.

"It's only been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea since we entered the outer city, and dozens of people, along with hundreds of henchmen, have just disappeared without a trace. They must have gone through secret passages or hidden rooms."

"Liu Jin is indeed among this group of martial arts figures."

What does he want to do with these people?

"All these people combined, even the most skilled ones, can at most exchange for two or three offerings. How much of a use can they be?"

"Whom can they threaten?"

An Ziyang pondered for a moment, until a loud battle between heaven and man came from afar, then he opened his eyes and stopped thinking.

"Walk."

He took Mei Qinghe with him and flew off.

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On the other side, the struggle between Zhu Shoujing and his followers and An Qisheng has reached a fever pitch.

The fight lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and a clear area several tens of feet in diameter had already been cleared out around it. Blood and flesh were splattered everywhere, and two mangled corpses lay on the ground, the bloodstains gradually turning black and drying.

The last surviving celestial being from Yingzhou stood on the rooftop, his left arm severed at the root, blood dripping continuously, his face pale, yet he still used one hand to hold the long flute and play it incessantly.

"Come die!"

The rooster sings and the world is white!

Zhu Shoujing slashed at An Qisheng's head again!

At the same time, several of the surrounding retainers attacked simultaneously, raining down attacks on An Qisheng's body, causing ripples to spread across his protective aura.

They were all celestial beings who had grown up in battle. The time it takes for an incense stick to burn was enough for them to figure out how to deal with An Qisheng—to cover his entire body with a saturation attack, preventing him from gathering his protective true energy in one place, and then have Zhu Shoujing launch a strong attack!

boom!
The long sword cleaved down!

Thump thump thump thump—An Qisheng was actually slashed back several steps by this blade.

Several strands of hair, half black and half white, slowly drifted down from the top of her head.

Zhu Shoujing's strike had already broken through his protective aura and was only one step away from cleaving his flesh.

Even at this point, his eyes remained completely still, as calm as a stagnant pool.

Because Zhu Shoujing was also exhausted.

After unleashing that strike, he seemed to suddenly lose all his strength. He swiftly retreated several feet before using the blade to brace himself against the ground. As he opened his mouth, hot air escaped from his mouth, rising and drifting into the air.

"Ha ha--"

Zhu Shoujing was panting heavily.

His attack, which went beyond the bounds of ordinary offerings, did not come without a price.

Just like the Seven Injury Fist, the ultimate technique of the Kongtong Sect, his swordsmanship is also a martial art that injures a thousand while harming eight hundred of the user. If we use the game from Li Miao's previous life as an example, other people's martial arts moves deduct true qi, while his consumes the maximum amount of true qi.

Now, they are already spending more than they earn.

If he were to strike again, he would be unable to maintain his internal energy circulation. Even if An Qisheng did not attack him, he would still die in the aftermath of the battle between heaven and man.

An Qisheng only had four minor cuts on his left chest, right leg, shoulder, and face. If he weren't in such a bad state and his injuries weren't so slow to heal, these wounds would probably have disappeared instantly.

Seeing Zhu Shoujing's appearance, the worshippers stopped what they were doing.

"Lord Zhu, shall we go?"

"It seems unlikely that we can keep him here today. Perhaps we should reconsider our strategy!"

"Yes, having uncovered his background, we haven't come away empty-handed!"

Everyone was talking at once, all trying to dissuade him.

They had been forced to stay by Zhu Shoujing, and now that Zhu Shoujing was no longer the main force to hold them back, they were no match for An Qisheng, so they immediately lost their will to fight.

Zhu Shoujing gritted her teeth.

He couldn't say anything either.

He hadn't had high hopes for these surrendered offerings; the fact that they had accompanied him in a life-or-death battle with Anqi and lost two lives here was already a testament to his loyalty.

But should we really just give up like this?
Zhu Shoujing suddenly turned his head and looked at the Yingzhou Celestials playing the long flute not far away.

"no!"

"Even if it costs me my life, I must at least bring this celestial being from Yingzhou back, so that An Qisheng's state will never be perfect!"

Zhu Shoujing turned around, about to force himself to deliver the final blow to An Qisheng, while also allowing the retainers to escape with the Yingzhou Celestials.

His gaze shifted, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

An Qisheng was not in the same place.

Where did he go?
Zhu Shoujing reacted instantly. Before she could even turn her head, she was already rushing backward.

The celestial beings of Yingzhou!
An Qisheng's condition will recover further if he kills him!
Sure enough, Zhu Shoujing's gaze fell on the celestial beings of Yingzhou.

Behind him, An Qisheng's emotionless face had already emerged from his shoulder, and his left palm was already raised high, ready to strike down on his forehead!

The Yingzhou Celestial's eyes were lifeless, clearly indicating that An Qisheng's hidden trick had taken away his mind, and he was completely unaware that he had reached a dead end!

As for those worshippers, apart from Ruan Mei gritting her teeth and rushing over, not a single one of them made a move. They were clearly afraid of An Qisheng and dared not step forward to stop him!

In the blink of an eye, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

There are hardly any Celestials left in Yingzhou. If this person is killed, An Qisheng will probably be close to his peak strength, and Zhu Shoujing will lose even the right to fight to the death.

This all-out attack will become a victory for An Qisheng.

Zhu Shoujing raised his sword and unleashed one last slash, but it was too late.

In that very instant!
A bright yellow dragon robe fell from the sky and crashed down in front of An Qisheng!

"You're the one who hurt Da Li!"

"Die!"

Zhu Shoujing's expression relaxed, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud, but she laughed wearily.

It took An Qisheng about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The Emperor has finally arrived!
(End of this chapter)