Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 780 - 0621: No one has ever called themselves Laozi in front of this village chief (Add 4 more for monthly tickets, asking for monthly tickets)

Chapter 780: 0621: No one has ever called themselves Laozi in front of this village chief (Add 4 more for monthly tickets, asking for monthly tickets)

"Kill!"—

The Shuiyue Sect leader waved his hand, leading dozens of people to charge toward Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing.

At the moment Jiang Dali’s body was lifted by Mao Zishui’s strange attracting palm force, he felt a momentary stiffness and impediment, his True Qi hesitated slightly in circulation.

Just then, Mo Zizhu moved like a civet, his body light, his movements almost weightless as he attacked.

His pores were all closed, even his body heat did not leak out, his heavy claws pointing and tearing toward the major acupoints around Dali’s body.

A terribly sinister and brutal Gang Qi accompanied by a ten-zhang Heaven and Earth Power surged in.

Almost at the same time, Miao Yin let out a delicate shout, suddenly flipped her fingers over the zither strings, pulling them back like drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, creating a heart-stopping arc, and shooting out a soul-shaking note.

Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!!

With a bang!

Mo Zizhu easily penetrated the golden bell protection around Jiang Dali’s body.

The Yin harmful Demonic Qi of the Heavenly Silkworm Demon Technique specialized in overcoming all Gang Qi protective bodies in the world!

At that moment, the startling strange note also invaded Jiang Dali’s mind, causing him, even in the state of the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body, to have slightly delayed thoughts for a moment.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!—

Just as Mo Zizhu’s claws were about to land on Jiang Dali’s body, his hands suddenly produced extremely sharp edges, fiercely slicing toward various parts around Dali’s body, his technique like the Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell, nobody knew where his weapons came from.

Clang, clang!

The cold blade’s edge cutting on Jiang Dali’s body actually emitted a sound of metal clashing with metal.

Jiang Dali’s clothing shattered, revealing his strong, hard, and brightly glowing golden body, as if he had donned a layer of thick and majestic golden armor.

"You’re courting death!"

His thinking abruptly returned to normal, his muscles moved producing a sound like dragon and tiger roars, a destructive aura emanated from within him, instantly breaking free from the binding like heavy waves of the attracting palm force, followed by the crackling sound of metal shattering.

"Ah!!"

The Powerful Energy from Mao Zishui’s palms was forcibly shattered, his face turned red as he"thumped" and staggered back.

"What?!"

Mo Zizhu retreated incredulously, his blade in hand breaking inch by inch, his arms numb.

Bang!!

Jiang Dali stomped his feet, shattering the ground and heavily landing, his knees bent and his thigh muscles suddenly burst his trouser legs, his figure shot out like a cannonball.

His eyes turned pitch black, entering the merciless state of Heartless Extreme, his hand wielding the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade flashing out!

Clang!!

The dazzling golden Sword Light reappeared like a blazing sun!

At the crossroads of heaven and earth, the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade resembled a majestic giant dragon, drawing a brilliant arc across the sky, the sword whistling like a dragon’s roar, sealing life and death, Yin Yang, and even everything!

An uncontrollable immense pressure instantly locked onto Mo Zizhu and the other two, forcing them to harden themselves to receive his blade!

The Sword Light flashed thrice in mid-air, then seemingly turned into three straight lines descending.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—

Jiang Dali’s body hit the ground, and the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade in his hand paused mid-air, slanted towards the ground. Divine Skill operated automatically, swiftly regaining energy.

"Ah, ah, ah—!"

Three miserable screams accompanied by three spurts of fresh blood burst forth in an instant.

Mao Zishui’s hands broke off and thudded to the ground, screaming in excruciating pain.

Suddenly, a shocking red line appeared on Mo Zizhu’s forehead. His body, like the previous Miao Le, split into two halves with a bang, spraying fresh blood onto the ground.

A farther away Miao Yin, however, had all five fingers of her right hand broken and screamed crazily as she retreated back, which was considered the least injured of them all.

Such a shocking battle situation directly caused the people of Shuiyue Sect, who had just surrounded Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan, to be terrified out of their wits.

Although they had long known that the skills of the Black Wind Village Chief with the saber were extremely fierce, they hadn’t expected them to be to such a degree, shocking everyone to the core.

At this moment, as he and his followers were trying to capture Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan, they still had not managed to subdue them quickly.

Murong Qingqing sat cross-legged on the ground, playing the Heavenly Demon Song that confused people’s hearts, and with the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, she played sound waves to form an extremely tricky offensive, which even he had to treat with caution.

Wang Yuyan, seemingly frail, had an erratic and elusive movement technique. More than a dozen people charged at her but couldn’t even touch a hair, yet they were instead knocked to the ground by her endless martial arts techniques.

In this panic, the Shuiyue Sect became even more chaotic in their moves, frequently injured under the assault of sound waves, and became extremely embarrassed in no time.

On the other side.

Jiang Dali’s movement technique unfolded, Sky Dragon Seven Steps as fast as a startled swan, simply and directly sweeping across the half-sky, retracting his saber and throwing a punch. His whole body’s noble and majestic dragon energy, along with the accumulated momentum, burst forth in an instant.

Roar!!

His punch was like a dragon, his muscles and bones cried out together!

The air violently vibrated, producing heavy blasts of air!!

In a moment of terrified expression, Miao Yin suddenly turned ferocious. Her blood-stained palm touched the strings of the Heavenly Demon Zither, fiercely wiping across them.

Sizzle—!

The skin-crawling sound of flesh scraping across the strings suddenly burst forth.

A horrifying scene ensued, the strings seemed to absorb the blood and suddenly burst forth with piercing blood lights and thick demonic nature, emitting a circle of buzzing sounds that made one’s head swell!!

Boom!!!

Jiang Dali’s fist directly landed on Miao Yin’s head.

Bang!!

It was like a watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer, bursting open.

Miao Yin’s body, like a ripped bag, flew out into the blood mist and with a sizzle, was impaled onto the branch of a tree behind, hanging upside down showering blood rain.

Almost simultaneously, the demonically infused sound waves also invaded Jiang Dali’s mind.

Roar—

The noble golden dragon energy seemed to be stimulated, emerging momentarily from Jiang Dali’s face, but instantly, the dragon energy weakened.

A most evil demonic force, together with a sinister sound as if coming from the demons of hell, continuously echoed and collided in Jiang Dali’s mind.

"What is this ghostly sound!?"

Jiang Dali grunted, grinding his teeth, his forehead’s veins bulging, feeling as though all his blood had been sucked out instantly, his brain as if being madly sliced by numerous blades, and his nerves felt as if someone was dancing on them causing intense pain.

"Ah!!"

He shone with a golden aura, fully channeling the Great Strength Divine Skill and the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body.

With a booming sound, his body suddenly burst out in a blaze that resembled golden flames; each strand of hair transformed into golden needles piercing the heavenly vault, and even his pupils exuded a majestic, imposing golden color.

For a moment, he seemed to transform into an Angry-eyed Vajra standing right there, his body radiating a strong, dominant aura.

The demonic voice in his mind was immediately suppressed by the dominant and masculine energy within him, disappearing and gradually calming down.

"Die!!"

Just then, a roar filled with bitterness and murderous intent came from behind.

Mao Zishui, like a demon, pounced forward, powering up and forcefully blowing on a strange object in his mouth, suddenly releasing a wave of smoke-like Qi.

Jiang Dali had just turned around when he felt as if the bright daylight had instantly darkened.

Then, in the darkness, the sky filled with stars which soon appeared to fall like meteors, bringing tremendous pressure down on him.

"Star-picking and Moon-chasing Strange Skill?"

Jiang Dali was shocked.

He knew this miracle technique was meant to measure the strength and resolve of both parties.

If one’s power was insufficient, they would be overwhelmed by the stars.

He immediately stepped forward, his expression cooling as he entered the Heartless Extreme State, the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade swiftly striking down the shower of stars.

Boom!—

A massive force of Heaven and Earth was shattered, the smoke exploding outward.

Yet as the smoke cleared, it gathered again; after the meteor shower, countless grotesque figures appeared as if celestial beings had descended, each reaching toward him.

Suddenly, an intense immense pressure overwhelmed him, as if true celestial beings were present, exerting infinite pressure on both his spirit and his physical body.

Jiang Dali’s figure shifted, his Powerful Energy expanding outward, as the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade in mid-air drew a circle, Saber Qi overflowing, outer circle and inner square, appearing soft but actually firm, like a golden dragon soaring and flashing in the sky.

Bang bang bang!!

One after another, the celestial beings plummeted explosively like falling dumplings, turning into clouds of smoke.

"Ah—!"

A scream came from the depths of the smoke.

Another burst of blood mist surged, and after the clownish deities, rows of robust men and delicate women appeared, barely clad, their actions extremely provocative and tantalizing.

"Playing tricks!"

Jiang Dali, with his golden pupils already penetrating illusion, harbored the Vajra’s Power in his spirit, unwavering. Amidst his cold shout, his figure charged forward like a raging horse-drawn carriage, and with a loud cry, he slashed down.

Boom!—!

A ten-yard long ferocious Saber Qi expanded.

On the blade, thunder seemed to roar, with Yang God Power bursting forth.

Instantly all illusions shattered.

A lean body was instantly split in two by the Saber Qi, exploding apart.

The smoke and blood mist instantly dissipated with a loud bang.

Outside Jiang Dali, the golden bell protection suddenly emerged, warding off all the smoke and blood mist.

He walked over to Mao Zishui’s severed body, looked at the terrified half face in the pool of blood, and sneered, "No one dares to call themselves ’Laozi’ in front of this village chief! And no one says no to this village chief."

He stomped down.

Crack!

Mao Zishui was dead, his body incomplete.

Swish!

Jiang Dali turned and, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, lightning-fast slaughtered into the crowd behind.

With a heavy slap,

Someone’s facial bones immediately shattered, his neck twisted into a corkscrew, knocking another person to the ground dead.

Golden Saber Light, blazing like the radiant sun, swept across, instantly severing more than a dozen people at the waist.

A rain of blood and a storm of screams!

Cries echoed through the woods.

Shuiyue Sect was so terrified her heart nearly leapt out of her throat; her complexion drastically changed and she immediately retreated without hesitating, falling to the ground and kneeling, "I surrender, I really surrender!"

Too fast.

The speed of change in the battle situation was indeed too fast.

Just a moment ago, she was shocked by Jiang Dali’s Saber Skill.

In the next moment, nearly all her companions were already dead.

They had come in good condition, but now it seemed there was no going back.

"Surrender?"

Jiang Dali contemptuously turned around, glanced at Shuiyue Sect, about to split the man with one slash, and thinking of the man’s identity, suddenly had another thought.

"Are you from Ying Country?"

Shuiyue Sect’s heart tightened, hesitatingly watching Jiang Dali’s expression, unsure if his words meant hatred for people of Ying Country, or...

"I, I am from Ying Country."

Biting the bullet, she answered truthfully, daring not to hide it.

Jiang Dali slightly nodded, not even glancing at the several lackeys who were fearfully collapsing and scattering, calmly stated, "A friend of mine has recently been in Ying Country, and I will be going there myself soon. If you can do some things for me, I will let you go this time."

Hearing this, Shuiyue Sect was overjoyed, busily bowing deeply and kowtowing, "Thank you, village chief, for your mercy in sparing my life."

"Hmph, groveling without dignity.... I’m just sparing you this time, not saying I’ll spare you again."

Jiang Dali inwardly scoffed, gestured with his hand, "Crawl here, from now on, you are but a dog to this village chief. I’ll put a leash on you to prevent any biting."

Shuiyue Sect felt a profound humiliation, yet faced with life and death, still swallowed her pride, immediately complying and crawling over, fawning, "Please, village chief, put a dog leash on me. It will give you peace of mind."

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