Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1132 - 891: Overwhelming Grief! A Heavenly God-like Figure Arrives!
The one wielding the sword is Ting Shui, who has reached great success after dispelling the Marriage Dress Divine Skill nine times!
"Courting death!"
Xiong Ba’s eyes emit a fierce glow. He shakes his right hand, causing his sleeve embroidered with the Golden Dragon to fly straight. Under the infusion of Flying Sleeve energy, the sleeve snaps tautly like a wind-filled sail, making a sound like roaring wind, hard as steel, precisely sweeping away the serpentine Sword Qi and blocking the Longsword with a twist.
Screech! Crunch!!——
Immediately, Ting Shui lets out a muffled groan. His sword-holding arm, stubbornly clinging to the Longsword, is twisted into a spiral, blood quickly surfacing under the skin.
A fierce Qi Force surges into his body, overwhelming Spiral Force making his clothes flutter, his black hair flying.
Bang!!
Ting Shui feels his internal meridians ache, Qi-Blood crazily tumbling like a waterfall, and his blood bar, ranked among the top three among Players, suddenly bottoms out.
"Hmm?"
Xiong Ba unexpectedly notices the Abnormal Person who’s endured his True Qi and still hasn’t died. His right hand under the sleeve forms a phoenix-head shape, ready to strike.
At that moment, a barely detectable Sword Intent accompanied by subtle Inner Strength shoots from a small stone, striking Ting Shui’s backside major acupoint, penetrating his meridians and transmitting to his left hand.
"Ah!"
Ting Shui’s eyes turn pitch-black, entering a purely "I" Heart Realm, shouting as his left hand aligns fingers into a sword form and suddenly strikes. A strong sense of mourning bursts from his body with Sword Qi, clashing with Xiong Ba’s slightly changing right-hand fingers.
Bang!!
Qi Force explodes.
Xiong Ba’s Protective True Qi slightly ripples, a small "-1" damage pops above his head, revealing a chilling seven-five percent blood bar.
"He’s injured, a minor injury... just now that was..."
Ting Shui’s gaze locks firmly on the blood bar above Xiong Ba’s head, his silhouette suddenly transforms into a white light and disappears.
"Who is it!?"
Xiong Ba shouts coldly, his figure majestic like a mountain, his clothes flap and then calm as he seems to ponder in mid-air, looking in a direction, then frowning in thought. Among a crowd, unmoving as if afraid, his feet slowly touch the ground.
At his expert level, Protective True Qi naturally develops. A swarm of ant-like Abnormal People trying to harm him is wishful thinking.
However, just now, clearly an expert secretly assisted the Abnormal People, causing his Qi-Blood to churn, shaking Three Flowers.
The opponent capable of shaking his Three Flowers must be an expert of the Same Realm, could do much better but chooses to hold back, unwilling to reveal full power and characteristics.
Even in a remote transmission that severely discounts power, it still shakes his internal Three Flowers... truly extraordinary strength.
Skeptical by nature, Xiong Ba already harbors deep trepidation and suspicion, eyes lightning-fast as they lock onto Bu Jingyun, who has run to Yunong’s side.
Seeing he is still nearby, he feels relieved yet his facial muscles remain tense, the gang leader’s unchallenged authority still intimidates relentlessly like a tiger.
He realizes the mysterious strongman is unwilling to directly confront, the actions might be probing or could also be a warning.
"A mouse hiding its head and tail, insignificant! Later, this old man will see who this person really is?"
Xiong Ba snorts, glancing calmly at the scattered Abnormal People’s discarded equipment, plainly saying, "Investigate the origins and identities of these Abnormal People within three days!"
Wen Chouchou rushes forward, prostrating on the ground, nodding fervently in agreement.
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"Master!"
Jianchen is tucked under the arm of a black-clothed man, speeding away like thunder. Watching the landscape speed backward, he looks up at his master’s sparsely bearded face, calling out.
The black-clothed man remains silent, still using extremely advanced movement techniques to swiftly leave.
Besides Jianchen in his arm, he carries just a two-stringed fiddle on his back, nothing else.
"Master!"
Jianchen calls again, feeling quite disappointed, mumbling, "You once said, hoping Chen’er’s cultivation in Sword Dao to be like dawn, bright but not intense, gentle but not weak. Moreover, the ’Chen’ character also symbolizes hope for Chen’er to have a magnanimous spirit, heroic bones and benevolence. If so, Master why are you unwilling to save Jing Jue?"
Although he knows his master dislikes meddling, saying everyone has their own fate, seeing his master secretly strike previously indicates his master is conflicted and struggling internally.
This must be a heart knot, his current thought is not saving Huo Jingjue, but how to untie the heart knot within his master.
As his master doesn’t speak, Jianchen wishes to continue when suddenly he feels a strong loss of gravity. With his master’s cloud-riding flight, they ascend a tall treetop, hiding amid the lush branches and leaves.
From this vantage, they can see half of Ma Si Town in the distance, and outside Ma Si Town in spacious areas, the crowd from the World Association.
While Jianchen is confused, his master’s voice sounds beside his ear.
"Jing Jue is no ordinary child, Xiong Ba seems to value him highly, and others also intend to take Jing Jue away."
"Ah?"
Jianchen is surprised, "Master, who else wants to take Jing Jue?"
"He has arrived."
The black-clothed man’s eyes, often imbued with faint melancholy, gaze into the distant sky.
Following the gaze, Jianchen blinks, thinking he’s mistaken, seeing two suns in the sky?
Now eastern sky holds a sun high, yet inexplicably in the north appears another sun, a... seemingly moving sun, growing from a dragon eye size to a fist size.
Jianchen finally sees clearly in shock, the sun emitting Golden Light seems to have a towering, burly silhouette.
"Heavens... is that... a deity?"
Jianchen is overwhelmed, utterly frozen.
"Phoenix...?"
"Is it a Phoenix?"
"There’s someone on the Phoenix’s back!"
In the open grounds, World Association’s members have the clearest view, staring dumbstruck at the sky seeing the intense flaming Phoenix like a small sun and the man atop, enveloped in golden glory, burly and commanding, gazing down coldly.
No!
That does not seem human.
But a Heavenly God!
Who else could control such a Divine Bird resembling Phoenix? Who else stands steady amidst such flames?
Only a god!
The crowd stirs, Xiong Ba’s expression turns solemn and cold. Standing with hands behind his back, his unrivaled aura watches the air-bound figure, not surprised by the prior actions of the Abnormal People.
The coming person, he surely recognizes, even having crossed swords before, known by reputation like thunder.
Yet he never considered them a threat, but now, the emitted momentum and formidable feel suggest Three Flowers might have condensed.
Such progress is beyond his imagination.
"Black Wind Village Chief."
Xiong Ba’s black-mustached lips curve in a cold smile, his tiger eyes fixating on Jiang Dali, "You dare appear before me again?"
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