Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1073: Chapter 846-847: King of Freedom! Land of Dragon Ascending!

”Who goes there?!”

Seeing many fellow martial artists being thrown out horizontally one after another and rolling to the ground like gourds, the Seven Sons of Kunlun all stood up, and with a furious shout and drawn swords, they dashed out of the inn.

Outside the inn, they saw four robust men standing still, carrying a redwood sedan.

Beyond that, there was nothing else to catch the eye.

At that moment, a mocking laugh came from inside the sedan. It was identical to the previous mocking voice. The Seven Sons of Kunlun immediately knew that the person who had spoken earlier was inside the sedan. They all shouted and encircled the sedan to attack.

The four robust men carrying the sedan seemed not to see the Seven Sons of Kunlun, these famous martial experts from Kunlun, or the shining swords thrusting towards the sedan. Like lifeless figures, they stood there motionlessly, bearing the sedan on their shoulders.

As the Seven Sons of Kunlun felt a mixture of surprise and suspicion, the curtain of the sedan suddenly lifted without wind.

From behind the curtain, two long, wide palms manifested countless palm shadows, unleashing a fierce Qi Force like a raging storm, attacking with might.

The Seven Sons of Kunlun all stared in astonishment and were about to jointly use a Heavenly Person’s Technique to face the enemy. But in a flash, their bodies trembled as if they were paralyzed with fright. They were struck by the palm force and Qi Force, thrown away like being electrocuted, their seemingly fierce offensive completely collapsed in one encounter.

Inside the inn, the various martial artists only heard a thunderous ”boom” as an earth-shattering Qi Force reverberation came from the main entrance, prompting them to rush out of the inn.

They saw the Seven Sons of Kunlun lying on the ground like scattered chess pieces, spitting blood and looking at each other in horror.

The respected Seven Sons of Kunlun, though not as legendary as the Three Saints of Kunlun, He Zudao, were still among the elite of Kunlun.

Yet, they were defeated in a single blow, spitting blood, without even seeing the opponent’s shadow?

The thought was incomplete when that sarcastic voice came again from within the sedan.

”I, the King of Freedom, have re-emerged in the Martial World, only to find that all these loud-touted youngsters are nothing but a bunch of useless nobodies.”

”The King of Freedom?!”

”What? The one inside the sedan is the King of Freedom?”

The people from various sects, upon hearing the name of the King of Freedom, felt as if lightning struck on a clear day, their faces changed dramatically, and their minds buzzed.

Those previously calm like the Shaolin Xuanji and Pure Thought Zen Sect’s Liao Kong were now stunned, gasping in shock, internally wondering if the emergence of the Black Wind Village Chief followed by the King of Freedom meant the Martial World would once again face a bloodbath?

Whoosh—

The sedan curtain lifted once more.

A figure suddenly floated out from the sedan like a kite being carried by invisible threads, feet off the ground; it was an ugly elder with white hair and beard.

This elder, though with fair skin and large eyes, lacked eyebrows and had a fierce appearance. His eyes shot out terrifying killing light, like electric flashes, targeting everyone. Weightless, he floated gently to the ground.

This astounding Qinggong alone, seemingly real and illusionary, displayed his unparalleled fearsome power, intimidating the entire audience.

”Amitabha Buddha!”

Abbot Xuanji formed a seal with one hand, reciting a Buddhist chant, advancing with a thud of his magic wand, declared, ”King of Freedom, after your defeat by Master Zhang, you announced your withdrawal from the Martial World, never to cause trouble again. Now you’ve returned, do you mean to break your vow and stir up more turmoil?”

”Hehehe... The new abbot of Shaolin, the first thing out of your mouth is to put a big hat on me.”

The King of Freedom chuckled coldly, his burning gaze fixed on Xuanji, ”You, the monk from the Xuan generation, were merely a young novice when I roamed the Martial World unhindered, and now you dare teach me, the King of Freedom, what to do?”

”King of Freedom!”

Master Mie Jue stepped out and shouted coldly, ”This place is at the foot of the Wudang Sect’s mountain. Dare you appear here, are you prepared to challenge Master Zhang again?”

”Zhang Sanfeng...”

The King of Freedom narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, his expression becoming intensely serious, his eyes flickering with eager light, and said slowly, word by word, ”These years of closed-door cultivation were for a rematch with him, soon I will challenge him again, but not now.”

Everyone was shocked to hear this. They never expected that the King of Freedom still harbored the ambition to contend with Zhang Sanfeng.

At this time, the crowd in the street, some players and Martial World people who had come for the spectacle, also heard the King’s words and were shocked by the content.

The King of Freedom snorted softly, stood with hands behind, gazing at Master Mie Jue and others, said, ”Just because I was defeated by Zhang Sanfeng and disappeared from the Martial World, doesn’t mean I promised never to return; those are just self-assumed guesses by some foolish folks in the Martial World.

However, rest assured, my appearance this time is not to stir up a bloody storm in the Martial World, but to help you!”

”Help us?!”

Xuanji and Mie Jue among other sects’ people were all stunned.

The King of Freedom’s eyes gleamed with limitless anticipation, said, ”Refining Essence to Qi, Refining Qi to Divinity, Refining Divinity to Void, Refining Void and Unifying Dao...

These four stages encompass the entire process from Postnatal to Innate, from Innate to Saint since ancient times.

Nowadays, although the terminology has changed, the essence remains unchanged, it represents the struggle of man against heaven, earth, and man. How much pain, blood, calculation, expectation, desire, and abandonment does it involve?

I was always fighting with people, undefeated across the world, until I met Zhang Sanfeng, who defeated me. Only then did I truly understand what I am, and who my opponent actually is...”

”Who is your opponent?”

Old Master Tang couldn’t help asking.

The King of Freedom suddenly lost interest, looked compassionately at Old Master Tang, said, ”Loneliness, my opponent is loneliness. Loneliness, is being alone...”