Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1088: Chapter 856: The Centenary King of Freedom, the Showdown on Black Wind Mountain

The heavy rain poured incessantly, as if thousands of needles and threads were interwoven, stitching the heaven and earth densely together.

Ordinary people see this rain, listening to the wind and rain while leaning on a building, and watching the Martial World calmly.

But in Jiang Dali’s eyes, he sees a sky full of murderous intent.

For Dongfang Bubai, this storm was undoubtedly a perfect battlefield to stir up a bloody tempest.

Every raindrop could be used to the fullest by the Sunflower True Qi, which was refined to the point where even a strand of hair could be utilized to transform flexible softness into tempered steel, turning raindrops into needles that were hard to defend against, creating a bloody storm.

This ability, when Dongfang Bubai had not yet acquired the complete Sunflower Treasure Book and could not perfectly achieve Yin Yang Conversion, was still difficult to utilize.

But now, having mastered the Sunflower Treasure Book completely, and reached the Heavenly Human 6th Realm, possessing the Heavenly Thunder Yang God, Orochi Poison Blood, and widened meridians, Dongfang Bubai’s strength has surpassed that of the old eunuch of the same realm by many degrees.

With Sunflower True Qi Yin Yang Conversion, the gentle rain could instantly be transformed into fierce murderous needles of Yang might.

Thus, welcoming the Six Great Sects from afar, Jiang Dali felt no need to personally take action, as Dongfang Bubai and Wan Wan would warmly entertain these distant guests.

As for Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng accompanying the two, it was to prevent other formidable experts from hiding in the shadows, avoiding getting overturned in a ditch.

At this time, it was already a quarter of an hour past the shame of hundreds of villagers on the Six Great Sects, with a faithful record of the time reaching afternoon not far from the corner of the temple.

Jiang Dali sat in a small pavilion near Black Wind Village close to Dragon Ascending Land, quietly awaiting the arrival of the King of Freedom.

Within tens of zhang, there was no one around, accompanied only by an old jug of wine.

Outside the pavilion, the world was filled abundantly with thunder, lightning, and the sound of rain.

Compared to the tranquility of drinking alone inside the pavilion, the outside seemed full of madness and coldness.

Jiang Dali listened to the rainwater jumping on the pavilion tiles above his head, rushing down, each plump raindrop forming a water chain at the pavilion’s eaves, splashing all around.

He became thoroughly immersed in the nature usually overlooked in his busy daily life, completely forgetting himself, yet his thoughts became incredibly clear.

Not only clear but also gradually sedimented and pure, his spirit ascending straight to the peak state before the battle.

The Yin Yang Two Gods nurtured in his ancestral acupoint enveloped the entire Black Wind Mountain from a more transcendent perspective.

A feeling of understanding the emptiness filled his heart.

Thus, a feeling emerged of omniscience regarding the King of Freedom rapidly approaching from the mountain path, a touch to the extreme point of Xuanming.

The superhuman keen sense unmistakably told him that since the King of Freedom began the ascent to the mountain in the sedan chair, the invisible yet tangible spirit had already locked him tightly — Thousand-mile Soul Locking — except for him, the entire Black Wind Village held no further interest to the King.

This feeling grew stronger as the ascent from the mountain drew increasingly closer.

Finally, a single sedan chair appeared as the boat in the torrential rain, gliding up to the mountain peak.

Four burly men carrying the sedan chair arrived outside the pavilion, standing straight in the roadway, their eyes blank, even the sedan chair curtains were at that moment motionless, as if tightly stitched to the sedan door.

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”Black Wind Village Chief!”

A voice issued from within the sedan chair, the curtain opened as if a sheet of iron, revealing.

An elder dressed in white floated out from the sedan chair as if an immortal, his feet not touching the ground, landing lightly, with rainwater sliding away three chi before him as if there was an invisible barrier outside their body, separating the rain curtain.

Such strength had indeed reached the pinnacle of the Martial World.

At least in the eyes of ordinary Martial World people, it was certainly magical, with a smooth Qi Mechanism throughout the body, dust-free, and every part of his body achieving Qi Force, like a lotus leaf, free of blemishes and stains, raindrops falling on the body would naturally bounce away.

It turns out that he had always been inside the sedan chair.

For six and a half days, without touching water or food, yet his spirit remained full, and his body was brimming with energy.

Even without sleep for five or six days, a quarter hour seated could fill him with energy equal to a well-slept night.

This was the true strength of one who had comprehended the stage of Refining Essence into Energy and Refining Qi into Divine Power, consuming the Six Qi while drinking the blend of morning sun, and having the taste of dawn.

His long hair was snow white, his face also white as jade, the unusual hairless and eyebrow-less image gave his face a somewhat fierce appearance.

But upon closer examination, one would find his eyes deep-set, nose prominent, lips as if carved by a blade, his features indeed above average in appearance.

Jiang Dali put down the wine jug in his hand, raised his head to look at the elder, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and a cold smile curved at the corner of his mouth: ”King of Freedom.”

Their eyes met, as if a strange spiritual power clashed secretly, causing the surrounding atmosphere to inadvertently sink into silence and oppression, making the mountain bandits and players tens of zhang away tense their spirits.

As if in the instant their gazes connected, the air between them could contain nothing else, not even a grain of sand.

『Boom』!

A clap of thunder resounded throughout the Black Wind Mountain Village.

The gusting wind whipped the rain like a long whip flying and rolling everywhere, causing the horses on the mountain paddock below to leap and neigh in fright.

The rain suddenly shifted from sparse to dense, and the heavy oppressive atmosphere seemed even more profound.

The King of Freedom with hands behind back, eyes shining with unfathomable brightness, pierced through everything to behold Jiang Dali’s unparalleled magnificent appearance, flawless and majestic posture, shaking his head in awe, saying, ”You are the most magnificent and intimidating person I have ever seen in my life.”