The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 440 The Struggle of One's True Self
An Qisheng did not speak again.

His gaze turned cold again, as if it were anger at having his intentions exposed by the emperor, or disappointment at having his good intentions betrayed.

However, a murderous intent began to rise.

There is no room for maneuver anymore.

boom! ! !
A powerful gust of wind exploded!

An Qisheng's arm collided with the emperor's, and a ring-shaped transparent sonic boom instantly spread out, blowing away the officials, lanterns, carpets, and necklaces in the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

The emperor's eyes narrowed.

In the next instant, thousands of invisible sword energies shot out from the major acupoints all over his body.

Black Pagoda!

The martial arts that killed Emperor Jianwen, the emperor's trump card, exploded the moment they clashed!

The punch he threw upon meeting was both a sneak attack and a test. The emperor knew very well that he had only recovered 50-60% of his strength. In a normal fight, his moves would have too many flaws, making it difficult to break through his protective aura or gain the upper hand against An Qisheng, this ancient ghost.

Therefore, he must attack quickly.

Kill An Qisheng before he can figure out his background!
Whoosh whoosh—

Thousands of sword energies, each one far exceeding the deadly power of Zhu Shoujing's full-force strike, instantly covered An Qisheng's entire front, sealing off all his agility and movement.

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and his protective true energy instantly converged in front of his chest, blocking the three vital points of his head, heart, and dantian.

Puff, puff——

The sound of sharp weapons cutting through flesh.

An Qisheng is currently seriously injured and has not yet recovered. His protective true energy is less than one-tenth of what it used to be. If he does not gather it in one place, he will not be able to withstand even Zhu Shoujing's full-force strike, let alone the emperor's sword energy.
In the rush, he could only protect three vital points. His exposed limbs were pierced by the sword energy, bursting into countless blood flowers, and flesh and blood were continuously splashed on the ground like a torrential rain.

The emperor took the opportunity to regulate his breathing and recover his vital energy.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank.

An Qisheng's left hand was reduced to a forearm, while his right hand was severed. Yet, he seemed completely unaware of this. The moment the sword energy reached his back, he suddenly rushed in front of the emperor and slammed his severed right hand towards the emperor's chest!

This is a martial art that fears no death.

This kind of spirit of seeking life in the face of death.

And then there was An Qisheng's face, which made the emperor feel as if he had returned to the night of the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum, when he faced Li Miao.

Then An Qisheng sneered.

Doesn't he look somewhat like Li Miao?

"Do you know what the foundation of his innate martial art is? It's the unparalleled innate talent that Yingzhou gave him! More powerful strength, more abundant true energy, faster recovery of qi, more surging blood and qi, and a strong physique that will never be at a disadvantage in a head-on collision!"

Do you really think my ancestor wouldn't have similar martial arts skills to rely on?

The severed hand instantly pressed against the emperor's chest, and in the next instant, it was about to strike his sternum.

The emperor roared in response.

"But you're not Da Li!"

"Come!"

With that shout of "Come!", two golden weapons suddenly appeared from the side, blocking An Qisheng's severed hand!
One is a golden gourd, the other is a battle-axe.

clang! ——

The sound of metal clashing echoed, and An Qisheng struck the emperor's chest with a palm strike, sending the two weapons flying backward.

The emperor used the momentum to pull himself away, blood spilling from his mouth.

Blocked!
Although it didn't completely block the force, it absorbed 70% of it!
The remaining 30% is not enough to seriously injure him.

The emperor's illusory self, which was re-formed after being possessed, is not just a simple illusion created by two guards!
The next instant, An Qisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

A lazy yawn came from behind me.

"Ha—working overtime is really tough."

That voice, that half-dead, hopeless laugh, carrying a hint of mockery, a touch of indifference, a dash of murderous intent, and a sense that better to live than die, caused An Qisheng's pupils to shrink sharply.

Before he could turn around, a fist slammed into his back.

"I'm tired. Can't you just die on your own?"

An Qisheng staggered a few steps after being hit by the punch, his eyes filled with confusion.

Not to mention that if Li Miao really came, this punch shouldn't have been so light... "This Empress?"
What kind of self-proclaimed title is this?
An Qisheng suddenly turned around and saw Li Miao, dressed in a crimson brocade robe, wearing a crown with cloud and dragon patterns and a sash, looking like the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, covering his mouth and yawning.

"Ha—it's so hard."

"Your Majesty, could you—"

The emperor roared, "No!"

Crown Prince Li Miao shrugged.

"Fine, since you're the emperor, I'll make you work for me when I ascend the throne."

An Qisheng frowned and glanced at both sides.

Two guards in golden helmets and armor shook their hands and necks, gripped their golden maces and axes, and looked over with two faces bearing Li Miao's signature ferocious smile.

An Qisheng suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is. This is your own illusion."

"No wonder I made myself so clear, yet you still insisted on being my enemy. So this is what you're really like!"

"Whose template did you use to create this mindset? Is there anyone else in your heart besides Li Miao?!"

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"Achoo!"

Zhu Zai sneezed and cautiously used his internal energy to examine his body. Only after confirming that it wasn't caused by any poison did he feel relieved.

He first paced back and forth inside the hall a few times.

Then, unable to resist, she walked to the coffin, looked worriedly at Li Miao sleeping inside, reached in and straightened his clothes, before letting out a long sigh.

"Ugh--"

"Without His Majesty's protection, if something unexpected happens to Da Li during his mental struggle, there will be no one to protect him."

"I hope Your Majesty will prevail and that this matter can be resolved today."

Zhu Zai sighed.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly turned ugly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

Follow his gaze into the coffin.

Li Miao, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly had a wound on his shoulder, and blood splattered on his clothes.

Zhu Zai's hands trembled as he tried to cover his wound.

But before he could reach out, several more wounds appeared on Li Miao's body, and blood gushed out, accumulating at the bottom of the coffin in just a moment.

Li Miao's brows furrowed as well.

Zhu Zai suddenly turned around and shouted.

"All the retainers and celestial beings who remained, come in and heal Commander Li's wounds!!!"

"quick!!!"

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"Hey."

On the black sand beach, Li Miao frowned and gagged.

"Disgusting, like eating a pile of old corpse parts."

"That old bastard An Qisheng, he really didn't have good intentions. Even after I stripped him of his true nature, he still wanted to disgust me."

He shook his head and threw a punch to his side.

Bang!
wow-

Like hitting a lump of jelly, a sticky, slippery sound exploded, accompanied by splashes of black juice.

"Give it back to me—"

The pitch-black humanoid figure was blasted in two by this punch.

But the next moment, two human faces emerged from the two severed corpses, which then transformed into two three-foot-tall, pitch-black figures that pounced on Li Miao.

On the beach further away, dozens of dark figures, large and small, were rushing towards Li Miao. Dozens of faces, male and female, old and young, were embedded in these figures, revealing greedy, jealous, and venomous smiles towards Li Miao.

Li Miao glanced at his fist.

A gash appeared on the fist, and the tentacles drew the black liquid that clung to the fist's edge into the gash.

Li Miao frowned again and spat.

"Ugh, that's enough."

"Once we get out, we must drown An Qisheng in a cesspool."

(End of this chapter)