Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1440 - 1105: Ambitious Schemes! Gathering for Divine Iron!

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Gusts of wind howled through the mountain hollow, rustling the dry sand and mud on the ground, sweeping up the slope, making the maple forest in the deep woods sway like countless blood-red flags.

Gradually, the air began to chill, and threads of rain drifted down from the unseen clouds and mist in the night.

This might be the last autumn rain ushering in winter this year.

The cold intensified further, and the biting wind rolled down the slope again, carrying a few fiery red maple leaves, swirling them down to the base of a tree in the hollow.

Suddenly, two sharp rays flashed from under the tree, and with two ’hissing’ sounds, the maple leaves were shattered into fragments, scattering to the ground.

They were a pair of blood-red eyes, redder than the scarlet maple leaves, extremely frightening and ferocious, filled with terrifying murderous intent.

Under the tree sat a shabby-haired elder in tatters, his broken purple silk dragon robe revealing a red monk’s robe underneath.

Within a fifteen-meter radius around him, the autumn grass had already withered, and the ground was littered with the withered remains of birds, beasts, and snakes, creating a terrifying scene.

He was none other than the Purple Robe Scripture King who had fled after being defeated by Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali on the Yuan Country border.

Yet, his breathing was quite erratic, and although his murderous aura was strong, it was evident that his injuries from the previous battle had not fully healed. Even with the Returning Blood Hand absorbing the life force of surrounding creatures for some recovery, he was still very weak.

"Strong ones, I still need to find more strong ones and drain their power to heal my injuries. Indeed, Black Wind Village Chief lives up to his reputation. Your son’s defeat at his hands is not disgraceful."

The Scripture King’s voice echoed in the mind of Boss Zi Yi. Though his spirit was still strong, it also revealed a trace of exhaustion.

Boss Zi Yi’s wrinkles twitched slightly; though he was ruthless and cold-blooded, he could not help but feel a twitch of heartache when mentioning the death of his son, Xiong Ba. Thinking of the previous perilous battle, he coldly snorted, "I said not to provoke Black Wind Village Chief. We should’ve escaped directly earlier. If I hadn’t intervened at the last moment, I’m afraid I would’ve died under the village chief’s knife, and you wouldn’t have fared well either."

"How dare you!"

The Scripture King roared angrily, murderous intent surging, "If it weren’t for your unwillingness to hand over this body to me, I would have fully executed the Thirteen Layers of No Scripture No Dao, easily dealing with Black Wind Village Chief.

Your existence has severely limited my strength, and the fact I haven’t killed you is already a great mercy."

Boss Zi Yi’s body trembled, feeling the murderous intent released from the Scripture King’s Primordial Spirit in his mind, forcing him to suppress his anger.

Even though the Scripture King was badly injured now, the power of his Primordial Spirit was nothing Boss Zi Yi could resist, especially with the red bat perched on his shoulder at this moment, which was also a strong deterrent overseeing him.

He knew well that the red bat was where the Scripture King’s power converged, its tool for transferring power to new bodies, while also being a formidable Exotic Beast incarnation.

If he dared make any move, he’d most likely find himself on a dead-end path.

Unless...

Unless he deliberately led the Scripture King into committing outrageous massacres, thereby attracting more enemies, controllable enemies.

Exactly!

The truth was, the death of a thousand people along the way was entirely due to his deliberate guidance.

He knew well the Scripture King’s sadistic ruthlessness and arrogance, thus purposefully led him to slaughter masses of innocents.

Claiming that such widespread slaughter would terrorize the three fleeing Abnormal People, making them relinquish Dharma’s Heart out of fear.

Even if the three Abnormal People endured the fear, all those they knew and even their sects or countries couldn’t withstand the pressure and would ultimately comply.

And as the Scripture King was naturally bloodthirsty, he casually accepted his proposal, causing panic and bloodshed across various nations.

Yet, the so-called intimidation of the Abnormal People was merely an excuse Zi Yi used to deceive the Scripture King.

His real goal was to hope that the Scripture King’s unrestrained carnage would attract formidable Martial Arts Experts to besiege him, or even draw out the Scripture King’s old arch-enemies – Hei Tong and Xue Damo.

By relying on a multitude of experts, severely injure the Scripture King, subsequently creating an opportunity for Boss Zi Yi to escape the Scripture King’s control, or even use Returning Blood Hand to devour his weakened Primordial Spirit.

Such sinister intentions, with the Scripture King’s shallow experience in the Martial World, how could he possibly see through it?

In Boss Zi Yi’s eyes, the Scripture King was merely an arrogant Martial idiot living for hundreds of years, despite being cunning and insidious, he lacked worldly experience and wisdom.

If he could make the Scripture King lose all his formidable powers, he could easily reverse the situation and subjugate him.

Regrettably, even with Black Wind Village Chief’s intervention this time, the Scripture King couldn’t be completely wounded into unconsciousness. Who knows how long he’ll have to wait for such an excellent opportunity again, perhaps he may never have another chance.

Suddenly, a low howl pierced through the rain curtain as a mass of snow-white matter dashed out from the slopes.

The red bat on Boss Zi Yi’s shoulder shrieked sharply, an ear-piercing cry unbearable to human ears.

Within his mind, the Scripture King was alert, whispering, "White King... Xue Damo!?"

Boss Zi Yi was startled, then subtly delighted, suppressing the excruciating knife pain in his abdomen, he stood up and turned his head.

He saw that the white shadow flashed, gracefully landing on the shoulder of a white-clothed man’s burly silhouette that appeared suddenly in the rain curtain.