Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

The next moment,

Clang! The sword net dissipated.

Zhao Jinxiu’s graceful figure suddenly froze in the midst of rapid movement.

On her delicate face, a thumb-sized blood cave suddenly burst forth with a Blood Arrow, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the expressionless Jiang Dali, as if to ask—how dare you?

”Miss Zhao!”

Li Hengfei and San both gasped in horror with rage-filled eyes.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, and his figure moved, charging at Li Hengfei like a small giant forged of steel.

The moment his hand stretched out, a terrifying and oppressive Powerful Palm Force instantly condensed into a dense, whirlwind-like surge.

”Have a palm strike back!”

”No! I am from Hui City... Ah!!”

Li Hengfei cried out in terror, retreating, but Jiang Dali’s onrushing figure was like a runaway carriage, even more fierce and faster.

Bang! Crack!—

A figure was suddenly flung out from the terrible blast of the air wave, crashing heavily to the ground, spurting a mouthful of blood laced with bits of internal organs, eyes filled with shock, anger, fear, despair, and disbelief, dead on the spot.

”Li Family Master!”

San shouted in shock, his forward charge abruptly halting.

Turning to look at Jiang Dali, standing tall like a iron tower, there was full of wariness and hesitation in his eyes.

”Village chief, don’t do it! Let us have a go at this cripple too!”

...

”Village chief, spare the man, we can handle this one!”

...

”Village chief, please have mercy and take a break.”

A hundred meters away, dozens of Players charging at the forefront were all crying out in despair as if Jiang Dali had not killed an enemy, but their own parents...

...

Of course, Jiang Dali would not stop.

He knew full well the sort of character the Players had.

Thinking they could steal a kill from him from such a distance.

None was as robust as him but fancied themselves quite appealing.

San seemed to harbor quite a few secret martial arts manuals.

He was bound to drop loot today, Heavenly King or not, no one could save him.

Just as San was preparing to fight until his last breath, Jiang Dali’s gaze suddenly shifted, looking sharply towards somewhere not too far away.

Wind.

The wind had picked up.

In the dull air, which felt as if it could be wrung out for water, the wind seemed to grow stronger.

It was as if it wanted to penetrate into people’s hearts, cold and eerie.

This wind didn’t just come out of nowhere.

It was a gale brought up by someone running at high speed.

The whirlwind of dust rose from the ground like an earth dragon, even causing the ground to tremble lightly.

It was as though a magnificent horse was stomping with iron hooves across the ground, completely breaking the oppressive aura of the dark clouds and the impending heavy rain.

Everyone couldn’t help but turn their focus to the figure in the midst of the fierce wind.

Who was this man, swift as the wind?

Jiang Dali frowned, his expression growing slightly graver.

San’s eyes spun with a mix of surprise, dread, and a hint of joy, sensing there might be a turnaround soon.

The group of Players about to charge forward were startled, immediately slowing down their sprint.

They discussed anxiously, uncertain of what to do.

”Looks like reinforcements have arrived, let’s not be hasty, observe first, we shouldn’t rush in now only to get slaughtered, dying would be in vain.”

...

”Good lord, is there a hero out for a morning run in broad daylight? Running with such sand and wind, it’s so exaggerated it looks like he could wash off three kilograms of mud afterward?”

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”What’s with these mysterious antics, surely he’s no match for our village chief. We’ll move closer slowly and when we see an opportunity to throw a hidden weapon for an assist.”

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Thrum, thrum, thrum—

The figure in the whirlwind of dust that rose like an earth dragon was getting closer and closer.

And he was coming straight on.

It seemed as if no object could stand in the way of his path.

As he ran, any stones or trees in his path would suddenly shatter.

It didn’t look like they were smashed by impact or kicked apart by the man; rather, they just seemed to burst open suddenly.

”So powerful!”

San’s expression changed slightly, suddenly feeling as if he was standing in the middle of the man’s path. He immediately sidestepped a few paces to clear the way.

Just as he stepped aside, the figure in the wind and dust also slowed down, coming to a stop seven or eight meters away from San. As the dust settled, there stood a clean and gentle-looking man, resembling a scholar.

His face was fair and clean, and he always wore a smile.

But within that smile lurked the sharpness of a blade’s edge.

”You are...”

San took two steps back in shock, eyes shifting about, on guard against both Jiang Dali and this mysterious man who had appeared.

The frown on Jiang Dali’s face relaxed, his glance falling on the sword in the newcomers hand,”You must be the Heartbreak Swordsman Xiao Qiuyu, who has disappeared from the Martial World for many years.”

”Xiao Qiuyu?”

San gasped, vaguely recalling the name, but unable to remember anything more.

”I did not expect there were still people in the Martial World who remember my name.”

The scholar-like man nodded, looking up at the gloomy sky and sighed, ”Autumn is near, ’Autumn Wind and Rain Worry People.’ Every time I have to kill, I always find it troublesome.”

San’s heart skipped a beat and he asked cautiously, ”Who are you here to kill? It shouldn’t be me, as we’ve never met before. Are you here to kill the Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali?”

The scholar-like Xiao Qiuyu sighed and shook his head, ”An immature young man, I am not here to kill him.”

San’s eyes widened, ”Then who are you here to kill?”

”To kill a woman, a woman Lu Xiaofeng is hiding here with the Black Wind Village Chief.

I’ve heard of hiding a beauty in a golden house.

But I’ve never heard of keeping a beauty hidden in someone else’s golden house before.”