Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

”Shut up!”

The big man holding a sword shouted angrily, ”I am Sima De, the new Sect Leader of the Songshan Sect! Do you not know my name? Today, Sima De will kill you to avenge the Alliance Leader Zuo!”

”And you, Jiang Dali, have gone too far by capturing Yue Buqun and locking him up. Even if Yue Buqun is a hypocrite, he is still the Sect Leader of our Huashan Sword Sect. How could we allow you to humiliate him like this!?”

Suddenly, three more people rushed up the mountain.

Jiang Dali looked over in surprise, recognizing the three but pretending not to know them and nodded slightly, ”Although I don’t know who you three nameless ones are, your reasons for seeking trouble are not mistaken.”

One short and stout man burst out angrily, ”You scoundrel, we are Feng Buping, Cong Buqi, and Cheng Boyou of the Huashan Sword Sect. Have you heard of us?”

Jiang Dali crossed his arms over his chest, ”I see you three, and soon you can all share one name, and that is ’Won’t Survive.’”

”You scoundrel!”

Feng Buping and the others were instantly furious.

At this time, the shouting and killing from the foot of the mountain had gradually weakened, and a hint of a smile appeared in the corners of Jiang Dali’s eyes.

Today’s situation was orchestrated by him alone.

To avoid the mountain bandits and Players in the village suffering heavy losses from the native warriors striking them.

He had already secretly instructed a few trusted confidants to pretend to resist but not to engage in fierce combat.

But now, there was no more fighting so quickly, obviously those agents planted by different sects had played their part, deliberately leading some mountain bandits away from their posts to escape the enemies charging up the mountains.

These agents were actually all brought up by Jiang Dali recently, so it could be said they were part of his calculated trap.

Soon after, a few more groups of people ascended the mountain.

Among them, two were about fifty years old, with high noses and deep eyes; one held a staff, and the other a pen, both exuding an impressive aura.

Another group was bald monks, with the leader draped in a Kasaya, holding a Magic Wand, with nine scars on his head and stroking his white beard; they were from the Shaolin branch temple.

There was also a group consisting entirely of women, with the leader having a cold demeanor and bearing quite a resemblance to Wang Yuyan.

In addition, there were a few treacherous mountain bandits radiating red glows, guarding the paths alongside their confidants, all with cold expressions watching Jiang Dali.

All these were the agents previously planted by the opposing forces, but Jiang Dali had long been aware of this.

One of them was even Lu Hu, the former manor owner of West Snake Mountain Village, now fiercely guarding a mountain path from afar, with a mix of fear and chill on his face.

”Zen Master Fang Zheng of the Shaolin branch temple, a senior brother of Master Fang Yuan, who was driven to death by Jiang Dali, Black Wind Village Chief; he’s even stronger and once even Ren Woxing couldn’t defeat him!”

”Also, from the Western Regions, the Xuanming Two Elders, He Biweng and Lu Zhangke, who are rumored to have joined forces with Prince Ruyang’s mansion over a month ago, their skills are top-notch.”

”These women seem to be from Manduo Villa, with the leader being Li Qingluo, the manor owner of Manduo Villa.”

A disciple from Earth Rat Sect promptly announced the identities of the arriving groups; they were naturally adept at gathering intelligence.

They always knew the latest news at the first instance.

Thus, they were very clear about the identities of these newcomers, and as they neared the end of their list, the Earth Rat Sect disciples became more excited and agitated.

As they announced the identities of the incoming figures, it felt as though a heavy mountain was crashing down, making the atmosphere within the area increasingly tense and oppressive.

The female Players of the Personal Guard standing beside Jiang Dali all had serious expressions, their palms sweating, but at that moment, none wished to step back.

Just then, cries of battle suddenly came from several mountain paths including the mountain base.

A large number of Mountain Village Players and mountain bandits, realizing they had been lured away by the enemy’s strategy, rushed back to fight.

Instantly, torches on the mountain shone like long dragons in the night, converging towards the center, with the sound of battle cries shaking the heavens.

Jiang Dali even heard many Players shouting, ”Fight the enemy, save the Village Chief,” ”Battle to the last drop of blood for Black Wind Village,” ”Alive as Black Wind People, dead as Black Wind spirits,” feeling a warm sensation in his heart.

”Amitabha Buddha!”

Zen Master Fang Zheng of the Shaolin branch temple chanted a Buddhist mantra, his voice overcoming the roaring battle cries from the mountain path, hands together looking at Jiang Dali with a sorrowful expression.

”Master Jiang, you know that today’s situation is extremely critical. Heaven values all life, if you surrender and follow me to Shaolin to repent and reflect, instruct your men not to commit further killings, I, Fang Zheng, assure your safe arrival in Shaolin.”

”Hmph! Master Fang Zheng, we Xuanming Two Elders do not agree.”

Lu Zhangke slammed his staff onto the ground with a thud, his gaze cold, ”This Jiang Dali killed Zhao Jinxiu, a maid close to our Princess in Prince Ruyang’s mansion, dishonoring our Princess. Today, he either surrenders to us, or we kill him, no one can save him.”

He Biweng also coldly laughed, ”That’s right. If anyone wants to save Jiang Dali, they’ll have to ask us Xuanming Two Elders first.”

Li Qingluo, her face as cold as frost, stared at Jiang Dali and snorted, ”I am here for my daughter. If you agree to release her, I will leave immediately without looking back, otherwise, do not blame me for not being polite.”