Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 779 - 0620: Three Springs Thunder, Mountain Shifting! (Guaranteed minimum for monthly ticket)

Chapter 779: 0620: Three Springs Thunder, Mountain Shifting! (Guaranteed minimum for monthly ticket)

The Qingming Festival is often accompanied by rain.

But tonight, there’s no rain, and the deep night sky is devoid of stars.

Jiang Dali walks under such a sky, his tiger-skin cloak fluttering in the wind, and his slightly grown hair, stiff as steel needles, remains motionless.

The Dragon Slayer Broken Blade on his back remains equally motionless.

Only his massive and sturdy body continues to move.

He seems to be filled with astonishing strength and firepower at every moment.

Even when sitting, he’s like a volcano on the verge of eruption, exuding a strong sense of danger and surging power—let alone now, as he stands like a victorious general rushing to the battlefield.

Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing, walking by his side, don’t seem like they’re heading for battle, but rather to watch a play, even jesting light-heartedly.

The strong sense of safety.

Staying by the Black Wind Village Chief’s side gives them a sense of security that surpasses even the heavily guarded Imperial Palace.

As the night deepens, a chill sets into the mountain breeze.

Five groups of people on the hillside have just reached a cooperative agreement but have already started to feel tense and uneasy.

For they have all seen the three figures approaching on the rugged mountain path in the night.

The leader, with a towering figure like a Heavenly God, appears to blot out most of the sky behind him, and the gusts of mountain wind seem to be completely blocked by his presence.

Even from dozens of yards away, an aura of malevolence and pressure, like a fierce beast emerging from ancient times, surges forward. Especially those eyes, bright as burning torches, seem to be able to see right through a person’s core.

"Black Wind Village Chief!"

The five groups of people immediately concentrate their gaze and quickly adjust their standing positions, their minds tense.

A person’s reputation casts a long shadow.

Even more so when the shadow of the approaching person is larger than that of a tree—so large that it brings a stifling sense of asphyxiation.

As the five groups of people prepare themselves for the worst, Jiang Dali leisurely approaches them.

Standing tall and straight like a spear, his majestic figure is poised with hands clasped behind his back, and his expression cold, serene, and full of confidence.

It’s as if he’s not the one being surrounded, but rather these five groups of people.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the sound of Jiang Dali’s footsteps—"tap," "tap"—can be heard.

These two sounds seem to step on everyone’s hearts, causing the Shuiyue Sect representative to swallow his words, intending to speak, but then the inexplicable pressure forces him to close his mouth.

Dozens of pairs of eyes focus on Jiang Dali, filled with apprehension, suspicion, tension, and indifference—reflecting the extreme unrest in everyone’s hearts.

Jiang Dali’s mouth curls into his signature faint smile, and with his thick finger, he points towards two beautiful women and asks Murong Qingqing, "Is it them?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Murong Qingqing immediately nods, "Yes, village chief, these two ladies are our Sky Zither Sect’s former elders, Miao Yin and Miao Le."

Saying this, Murong Qingqing bows to the two defensively posed beautiful women, "Elders, it seems you’ve both overcome the demonic influence of the Heavenly Demon Zither.

If you return the Heavenly Demon Zither to Qingqing now, she can consider inviting you back to the sect.

Let bygones be bygones."

The two women sneer upon hearing this.

The tall Miao Yin, holding the Heavenly Demon Zither, shakes her head, "Qingqing, though you have invited the Black Wind Village Chief here today, now that we have the Heavenly Demon Zither, we won’t return it to you."

At her side, Miao Le says, "Correct. Your master, my sister, favored you too much. Why should she appoint you as the Sect Leader of the Sky Zither Sect after her death?

Why should we follow the commands of a wet-behind-the-ears girl like you? And let you take charge of the Heavenly Demon Zither?

In terms of strength, seniority, and capability, even if neither I nor sister Miao Yin should lead the Sky Zither Sect, we should at least keep the Heavenly Demon Zither.

Otherwise, if the Heavenly Demon Zither is in your hands, what power do you have to keep it safe from so many heroes of the Martial World?"

Murong Qingqing angrily retorts, "Elders, even if you have grievances against Qingqing, you should not have taken our sect’s treasure, the Heavenly Demon Zither, nor should you have defied my master’s final orders. It seems you’ve been influenced by its demonic nature. You do not deserve to possess the Heavenly Demon Zither."

Miao Yin scoffs, "Deserve or not, the Heavenly Demon Zither is in my hands now. If you want it back, let your Black Wind Village Chief come and take it!"

With that, Miao Yin looks at Jiang Dali seriously, "Black Wind Village Chief, we’ve all heard of your thundering reputation. We do not wish to provoke you, but if you insist on taking the Heavenly Demon Zither from us, we may have no choice but to fight you."

"Are you finished?" Jiang Dali grins lightly, "Just the two of you? Dare to contend with me? Are you prepared to lose your heads over it?"

"And us!"

At this moment, the Chief of Miao Territory, Mao Zishui shouts out, his laughably short, dwarf-like stature radiating an intimidating presence, his eyes fiercely fixed on Jiang Dali.

"I, Mao Zishui, also want the Heavenly Demon Zither. Master Jiang, I know you’re formidable, but if you think you can take the Heavenly Demon Zither with just a word, you’ll have to see if I agree."

"Who’s speaking?"

Jiang Dali looks around imperiously, his gaze sweeps over the Shuiyue Sect and Mo Zizhu, ignoring the dwarf-like Mao Zishui entirely, his attitude one of extreme disdain.

"You’re going too far! Laozi is right here!"

Mao Zishui is so enraged he’s nearly on fire, his body "cracking" with intense and sudden growth as he instantly transforms from a dwarf to an eight-foot-tall slender man, his skin and muscles emanating a bluish-black hue.

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali’s attention finally settles on Mao Zishui, nodding with a smile, "So the great Chief of Miao Territory is such a stretchable creature? Interesting, interesting!"

"Damn it!!"

Mao Zishui is so incensed he’s nearly bursting, his body exuding a fearsome momentum, the Yin God within him subtly invoking Heaven and Earth Power, barely holding back from attacking on the spot.

But Jiang Dali pays him no mind, turning again to those from the Shuiyue Sect and others, asking congenially, "Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

Meeting Jiang Dali’s half-smiling, self-assured gaze, the Shuiyue Sect leader feels a chill, but still musters courage to speak up, "I also disagree.

Master Jiang, in the Martial World, we value the use of true skill to settle matters.

If you want to take the Heavenly Demon Zither, you’ll have to show us whether your skills are indeed as formidable as the rumors claim."

"Good! Very good!"

Jiang Dali nodded slightly, then turned to look at Mo Zizhu, who was with a few others.

Before he could speak,

Mo Zizhu said icily, "I likewise refuse to agree. With the treasure in front of us, no one can scare me off with just a few words!"

"Hehehe..."

Miao Le began to laugh lightly, "Black Wind Village Chief, now that all five groups of us have formed an alliance, it’s to prevent you from snatching the Heavenly Demon Zither. If I were you, I’d leave right now, and everyone would be at peace."

Jiang Dali looked at Miao Le and nodded with a smile, "You’re right!"

As he smiled, everyone opposite felt a chill run through their bodies, sensing a tremendous crisis on impulse.

But this sensation had only just risen from the depths of their hearts.

With a clash!

The Dragon Slayer Broken Blade behind Jiang Dali had already flown out, "snap" settling into his broad and burly palm as his body lunged forward in an instant.

The dull black blade suddenly radiated a dazzling golden brilliance.

The Sword Light flashed!

Suddenly, a vast expanse of golden, thunderous light lit up the world, carrying an alarming and surging vitality-filled Saber Qi!

Heavenly Reversing Divine Intent Saber—Three Springs Thunder!

The Sword Light rose, and then quickly fell.

Jiang Dali had merely slashed straight down.

But his Saber Qi erupted like the sudden burst of spring, like thunder rumbling to the ground, like a mini sun exploding.

The terrifying might forced everyone to quickly either defend or dodge.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The air seemed to tear apart with sharp whistles.

Everyone felt as if they had been struck by a sudden, blazing thunderbolt, their spirits searing with intense pain, inevitably filled with fear and dread, realizing the opponent’s Yang God had fused into the Sword Intent, creating such a terrifying Sword Intent.

The next moment!

The radiant gold Sword Light disappeared.

Jiang Dali stood proudly in the center of the field, holding the broken blade.

The Dragon Slayer Sword regained its anciently dull black color.

Miao Le’s body, standing in front of him, suddenly trembled, and a bloodline-like wound suddenly cracked across her fair, beautiful face.

Her apricot eyes shuddered in their sockets for a moment, reflecting Jiang Dali’s figure and suddenly revealing endless fear and despair.

Just as she opened her mouth.

The bloodline on her face abruptly widened, shockingly vivid!

Bang!!—

Miao Le’s delicate body seemed to have been brutally blasted apart from the middle, scattering into a cloud of blood mist, tumbling several yards in two directions.

"Ah!——"

The others had not yet begun to scream in horror.

Wang Yuyan had already let out a cry, immediately covering her eyes and turning her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

"Junior Sister!"

Miao Yin screamed in horror and shock looking at Miao Le, who had been slain by a single blow, and hesitated not a moment to violently retreat, her hand flipping the Heavenly Demon Zither in front of her.

"One blow?"

The Shuiyue Sect was so frightened by this blow that they nearly lost their minds and were about to turn tail and run.

Just one blow.

Miao Le of the Heavenly Human 1 Realm had been killed without a chance to retaliate.

Even recalling the process of Jiang Dali’s attack, the Shuiyue Sect wasn’t sure if they could have withstood that blow!

Even if they had withstood it, what about the second blow?

A burst of golden Qi Force suddenly erupted from Jiang Dali’s body, lifting the large cloak made of tiger skin and revealing his sturdy and fierce physique beneath.

The Golden Bell Shield appeared with a "clang".

Almost simultaneously.

With several loud clangs and the sound of warlike zither music, the Golden Bell protective body violently shook under the barrage.

Miao Yin’s hands, like snakes, swept across the strings of the Heavenly Demon Zither, unleashing waves of sound that attacked Jiang Dali, shaking his Golden Bell Qi Shield violently, as if it was on the verge of shattering at any moment.

A dreadful power filled with Demon Nature also flowed with the melody, pouring into Jiang Dali’s mind like a demonic tune, something not even a protective body could defend against.

Jiang Dali uttered a light "eh," momentarily affected by the eerie sound of the Heavenly Demon Zither, feeling slightly dizzy, resulting in a noticeable pause in his step.

"Ah! Mountain Shifting!"

At that moment, Mao Zishui used his Inner Strength to bellow and charge forward, his palms like compass needles, repeatedly gesturing, and a strange and sudden palm power erupted.

Boom!

Jiang Dali felt the ground beneath him shake violently, as if being uplifted with a roar; his ferocious body swayed, and he too was lifted by a tremendous force.

"Attack!"

Mo Zizhu let out a piercing yell, casting the Heavenly Silkworm Demon Technique to transform into multiple Demon Shadows, his claws tearing at Jiang Dali with vicious and unpredictable angles.

When the Shuiyue Sect saw this, their eyes spun, they suddenly focused on Wang Yuyan and the vigilant Murong Qingqing, signaling to their subordinates with a wave of the hand, shouting, "All of you, follow me, let’s capture these two women first to threaten the Black Wind Village Chief."

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