Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

”Seeking your own death!”

Jiang Dali’s eyes suddenly flashed a terrifying killing intent, and with a heavy stomp of his foot, his figure blurred as he shot forward like an arrow.

”Amitabha Buddha, Master Jiang, please halt!”

Fang Yuan stepped forward, concentrating all his strength in the first joints of his thumb, index, and middle fingers, slowly rotating as if a thousand turns had passed, he smiled and performed the Nianhua Finger—

As his three fingers trembled.

Swoosh—

It seemed as if an incredibly fierce and invisible Qi Force spontaneously appeared in the air.

The figure of Jiang Dali, rushing forward, suddenly shifted to the side, and almost at the same time, a golden light burst brightly outside his body. The Sun and Moon Golden Bell Shield made a loud clanging sound as if scraped by some fierce Qi Force.

Before he could react further.

Two more clangs like bell chimes exploded.

The Golden Bell Shield around Jiang Dali’s body bore the blow of a heavy hammer and shattered on the spot.

Two currents of invisible yet extremely fierce Qi Forces surged past without diminishing.

However, in that instant, Jiang Dali shouted angrily and struck out with a palm as fast as thunder and lightning.

With this palm strike, it was as if Vajra was bowing, the Giant Spirit Slamming Stone, powerfully rampant, yet as swift as lightning, unleashing a fierce Qi Force.

Boom!

The air vibrated, and two currents of Splitting Air Palm Forces collided against each other.

In an instant, the air currents exploded thunderously.

Fang Yuan’s smiling face slightly changed.

He immediately rotated his three fingers slowly again, seeming incredibly gentle but swept through a thousand turns.

An invisible yet extremely fierce Qi Force suddenly emerged, colliding with the surging Powerful Palm Force.

With a bang, Fang Yuan’s body slightly shook, the shock of Mountain Crossing Bull Striking’s palm power turning his face slightly pale and his Qi-Blood unstable.

”Elder!”

Seeing this, the surrounding monks turned pale with worry.

Nianhua Finger was a technique gentle on the outside but robust on the inside, training both externally and internally with a virile force.

Once mastered, by using three fingers to point, regardless of how solid the stone was, it would shatter at the touch, injuring the opponent invisibly, yet the force unleashed was tender, and the inner power incredibly strong.

Yet even with such a technique, refined yet tough, did Fang Yuan slightly lose the upper hand when facing the Black Wind Village Chief head-on?

Zuo Lengchan, who had just rushed toward the courtyard entrance, also changed his expression slightly, thinking to himself that this Black Wind Village Chief was truly formidable, and he shouted loudly, speeding up towards the courtyard door.

”Get the hell out of my way!”

Just at that moment.

Jiang Dali let out a long howl, holding the Nine-Ring Gold Saber in his hand, and slashed fiercely!

Buzz, buzz—

The Nine Rings trembled and buzzed!

Multiple dazzling, blinding arcs of sword light erupted, accompanied by the strikingly fierce Sword Intent.

Tiger Slaying Golden Ring Saber Secret Technique - Fierce Tiger Roar, Mountain Moon High!

Instantly, many Shaolin and Songshan Sect disciples felt as if a fierce tiger was roaring and charging at them, their consciousness slipping into a momentary daze.

In that daze.

Suddenly, Fang Yuan’s eyes widened in anger, his three fingers rotating slightly about to intercept again.

Jiang Dali’s neck veins bulged suddenly, his eyes raging as he inhaled sharply and suddenly opened his mouth wide, Inner Qi wildly concentrating and venting, emitting a ferocious roar!

Roar!!!

A deep, bell-like Lion Roar sound seemed to explode suddenly in the mountain valleys and water grooves, thick and tragic energizing the sky, causing the surrounding air to distort into wave-like Qi Waves spreading out.

Rumble, the ground’s pebbles vibrated intensely.

Fang Yuan, the first to bear the brunt, had his mind and senses stunned by this roar, his eardrums booming, and both his eyes dazed for a moment as both his nose and ears bled.

Shaolin Lion Roar Skill!

Previously learned quickly through Cultivation Points and Potential Points upon leaving the Inner Cabinet, the Lion Roar Skill fully demonstrated its power!

Many Shaolin and Songshan Sect disciples screamed in agony, falling to the ground in pain, covering their ears and rolling.

They felt as if their eardrums had been shattered and their brains were about to be split open by this terrifying sound.

A burst of white light erupted, some of the Shaolin and Songshan Sect players directly disappeared in the terrifying sound wave, their blood bar emptied, turning into white light.

In that instant, Jiang Dali roared and charged with his saber, a flash of Golden Light slashing directly towards Fang Yuan.

”Fight!”

Fang Yuan snapped alert in that moment, his eyes wide as he softly pointed with three fingers.

An invisible, wave-like Qi Force immediately enveloped the Golden Nine-Ring Blade, making the slash seem as if it got stuck in mud, frozen in mid-air.

”Scram!”

Jiang Dali’s aura climbed to its peak, his Inner Qi entering a Destruction State, and he roared as he struck out with a palm, his grotesquely swollen and terrifying left arm emitting a fearsome aura.

”Amitabha Buddha!”

Fang Yuan shouted lowly, intercepting with the Nianhua Finger of his other hand.

Bang!

At the moment of their touch, Fang Yuan’s face suddenly turned red, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

”You still can’t stop me!”

Jiang Dali’s eyes gleamed, shooting out a cold, electric gleam, the Inner Qi previously absorbed within his bizarrely swollen left arm burst forth viciously.

Fang Yuan’s expression turned hideously pained, horrified, and despairing, suddenly his hand and arm making cracking sounds as if unable to bear the burden, his body suffering a hit from a wildly powerful palm force, and instantly flew out with a bang, landing heavily.

”Ah!”

Fang Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, lying on the ground, his grizzled beard stained with blood.

”Kill!——”

Just at that moment, Jiang Dali’s figure charged through like a rampaging dragon, resembling a merciless bulldozer, the golden broadsword in hand swirling up a terrifying blade wind.

Wherever he passed, a bloody storm ensued, heads flew, limbs scattered across the sky, the Songshan Sect and Shaolin disciples all suffered devastating injuries.

Such a scene left the onlookers from the Deaf and Mute Sect pale as clay, trembling and dread filling them as they watched the battlefield where the Black Wind Village Chief killed as if slaughtering chickens.