Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1069: Chapter 843~844: Xiao Zhang Exposed! Old Zhang Protects His Kid! (Monthly Ticket Requested!)

”Evil Disciple! Why haven’t you immediately taken your sword to stab this traitor?!”

Master Mie Jue’s stern voice was like a heavy hammer pounding on Zhou Zhiruo’s heart, making her heart beat as if it were striking a resonant bell.

Zhou Zhiruo’s elegant and pure face suddenly lost all color, her pitiful look aimed at Zhang Wuji.

Seeing the other party finally willing to acknowledge her, her heart was foolishly delighted, interpreting his previous denial of her as a form of protection, just like when he had saved her without hesitation.

However, standing out on her own at this moment meant there was truly no turning back, and her master’s harsh words were as if pushing her to the brink of a cliff.

The sword in her hand began to tremble slightly as Zhou Zhiruo’s unsteady gaze fixed on Zhang Wuji, her hesitant and pitiful appearance fueling a flame of jealousy in the prostrate Song Qingshu, while Zhou Zhiruo herself felt an immense courage to defy her master’s orders rising within her.

”Evil disciple!! Strike!”

Master Mie Jue’s sharp admonition again pressed forward like a warning bell, completely shattering the last trace of courage within Zhou Zhiruo.

”Difficult to disobey my master’s orders!”

Zhou Zhiruo cried, tears falling, as she bit her lip and advanced forward, blindly thrusting her sword towards Zhang Wuji’s nearby chest.

”Good disciple!”

Master Mie Jue watched in satisfaction as Zhou Zhiruo’s sword light extended, and when she saw Zhang Wuji’s youthful face turning from delight at encountering an old acquaintance to sudden shock and disappointment, a sense of relief and satisfaction filled her heart.

The prostrate Song Qingshu was even more delighted, his heart almost cheering wildly, wishing Zhou Zhiruo’s sword would directly pierce Zhang Wuji’s heart, bringing to ruin the person who had embarrassed him, and in doing so render Zhou Zhiruo heartbroken, so he might seize the opportunity to console her.

At this moment, no one present knew that the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy prostrate on the ground harbored such malevolent thoughts.

Everyone was watching as the sword light from the girl’s hand shot straight towards Zhang Wuji’s chest, who moments earlier had seemed invulnerable but now was motionless as if struck by an immobilization technique, looking on helplessly as the sword light approached, his face a tableau of shock and disappointment!

”Watch out!”

Song Yuanqiao and the Wudang heroes all cried out in alarm.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly and prepared to intervene.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji’s expression of disappointment was unmistakable, his mind awash with his mother’s and master’s words.

”My child, when you grow older, beware of women deceiving you, especially those who appear beautiful, for they are the most deceitful.”

”As my disciple, remember, do not be led astray by mere female charm; know that with no woman in your heart, practicing martial arts naturally becomes divine, and under a strong fist, all are equal, and disputes are settled by reason!”

Clang!!

A metallic clash suddenly sounded, and everyone stared in shock at Zhang Wuji suddenly enveloped in a piercing golden glow.

Zhou Zhiruo’s thrusting sword onto Zhang Wuji’s chest bent into an alarming curve, merely managing to tear his clothes without piercing his skin at all.

Everyone watched as Zhang Wuji’s face, eyebrows, hair, and even eyes glowed with a golden hue, while only a few seemed to have already guessed, and their expressions became serious and grave.

Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill!

Currently, in the entire Martial World, only the Black Wind Village Chief and his brother Xiao Feng had mastered the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill.

Now this divine skill appeared on Zhang Wuji, suggesting obvious implications.

As everyone remained stunned, Zhang Wuji shouted angrily and made his move.

”My master was right; with no woman in your heart, practicing martial arts naturally becomes divine, and under a strong fist, all are equal!”

Angry, he struck out, gathering his energy as his bones echoed with dragon roars and tiger growls, raising his palm like a sweeping bull tongue, sending Zhou Zhiruo’s longsword flying from her hand.

With a powerful, golden-glowing iron fist, he thrust forward, directly striking Zhou Zhiruo in the chest amidst Song Qingshu’s heartbroken cry!

”Get out!!”

Zhou Zhiruo was caught off guard, managing only to raise an arm in defense. With a crack, her delicate arm was slammed into her chest by the immense force of the punch, powerful energy surging through her body like a lightning strike, making her vomit blood and fall like a cut kite.

Clang!!

Zhang Wuji took a step forward, his eyes blazing as he angrily pointed at Zhou Zhiruo, ”I saved you out of goodwill that day, and today you repay me with a sword to my chest! You reputable sects claim to rid the world of devils in the name of justice, but do you do it like this?”

With those words, he was about to pounce like a tiger among a flock of sheep, aiming to attack the Emei group, when Shaolin Xuanji chanted a Buddhist incantation and suddenly flicked his fingers thrice beneath the kasaya.

Zhang Wuji’s heart sank as he barely managed to avoid one of the attacks, but the next moment, ”Clang! Clang!” two sounds exploded as he was hit by two Nianhua Fingers.

His Qi-Blood surged violently, causing his figure to waver slightly, but he suddenly steadied himself in a horse stance with a crack as he broke through the floor tile, forcibly relying on his Level 3 domineering body to stand firm, casting a cool gaze at the monk Xuanji.

”Amitabha Buddha! Although sparing others is virtuous, Master Zhang’s aggressive demeanor and ruthless moves seem quite familiar! I truly wish not to see the son of the former Zhang Wuxia so intricately involved with that person.”

Xuanji, with a kind expression, chanted a Buddhist incantation, fingered the Buddha beads in one hand, and fixed a bright gaze on Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji, using the Nine Yang Divine Skill to quickly regain energy and heal, coldly snorted, ”Monk, if you have the guts, utter my master’s name directly. My master once said there are some truly accomplished monks in Shaolin whom he respects, but many more seek only fame. It seems he was right; just now, when this Emei disciple returned my kindness with a sword, why did you not call her ruthless?”