Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1243: Chapter 967-968: Courtesy Before Force, Facing Off Like a Chess Match!

This Pang Ban clearly intends for the Shaolin people to take the risk first, while everyone else follows behind to reap the benefits.

Pang Ban turned around with a flick of his sleeve, an eerie and handsome face, his eyes shining like lightning, and said, ”This time, my purpose coincides with that of the Black Wind Village Chief, forcing the Shaolin monks to take the lead and seize the treasure beneath Leifeng Tower. All of you should quietly await the arrival of the Shaolin Master with me.”

Upon hearing this, everyone sneered maliciously and agreed loudly.

Pang Ban smiled coldly to himself, feeling gravely serious.

In reality, he had long borrowed the power of demon planting, using two Abnormal People followers as mediums, to communicate with Xie Tiao’s revived Primordial Spirit, aware that the Black Wind Village Chief had already contacted both the Heavenly Monk and Di Ni, surely knowing of the matters beneath Leifeng Tower.

So to him, the most important threat was not actually Shaolin; it was still the Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, his lifelong enemy.

However, from the poem ”Where the White Snake Appears Beneath Leifeng Tower, the War God Temple’s battle within Jingyan Palace”, he had also discerned the Black Wind Village Chief’s next move and intentions, relaxed a little while feeling immensely urgent.

War God Temple!

The War God Temple, which no one in the Martial World could ignore.

Rumored to contain the Martial World’s supreme secret martial arts manual——the War God Chronicles harboring mysteries of Shattering Void!

His Daoist Heart Demon Planting Technique was derived from that Divine Book.

If the Black Wind Village Chief truly obtained that Divine Book, even if he rescued Xie Tiao and used Xie Tiao’s power to enter Returning to Truth, would he still be a step too late?

But at this moment——he had no other path!

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Thud thud thud——

On the vast Liuma Plain dyed by the evening light, dust flew up, as more than a dozen strong riders rushed across like a whirlwind.

Among them were those with bare upper bodies and others wearing leather, all wearing various ferocious warrior helmets on their heads, with long bow quivers on their backs filled with long arrows—the famed Mongolian Brave Soldiers.

At the moment, they were patrolling and shouting to disperse any idle people approaching within a thousand feet of Jingyan Palace.

These days, with more and more Martial World people gathering from all directions, the peace of Liuma Plain was disrupted.

After initial minor frictions, both sides formed a rather restrained standoff.

The Mongolian side maintained its camp without disrupting formations, avoiding the reckless mobilization of troops to provoke unnecessary battles.

The Martial World people were all waiting for the Black Wind Village’s major movements.

Yet the many players from the Black Wind Village and Eight Desolate Disciples were still waiting for a command to launch an offensive, awaiting the Black Wind Village Chief’s personal order.

Despite the faction mission period in these few days, simply arriving at Liuma Plain was considered participation, earning rich cultivation points and potential points rewards.

But with the players’ active and combative nature, while welcoming the chance to gain cultivation points through ”idle mode,” over time, even they became restless. Some Eight Desolate Disciples started organizing wrestling matches in the grasslands to vent their abundant energy.

None knew, at this moment, in the Marshal Tent with flags like a sea and camps like a forest within the Mongolian Camp, it was so silent that one could hear the sound of a pin drop.

They only saw on the table draped with a raised military map, a letter opened, weighted by a Golden Seal, signed by Jiang Dali, pressing upon the hearts of everyone in the tent like a mountain.

The letter’s vigorous and firm handwriting looked as if carved with a knife, stating:

”Submitted for Chi Meng Dharma King’s verification: long ago, met the Seventh Generation Dharma King Chi Da, now half a year has passed. I have indulged in martial arts day and night, unaware Mongolia locked the War God Temple like a hidden treasure. I do not know the progress of your research.

With fortune calculated by the Tianji Sect Leader, there’s said to be a calamity at this year’s Mid-Autumn. Recently received this letter, knowing destiny is set, but not resigned to fate; only obtaining the legendary War God Chronicles can change it.

Therefore, this letter is sent, hoping the Dharma King will open the gates of convenience, allowing my friends and me to enter the War God Temple and glimpse the Divine Book. After this matter, I shall overlook grievances, permitting the return of Seventh Generation Dharma King Chi Da in peace.

Jiang Dali bows

Holy Dynasty Year 482, August Tiger day at Liuma Inn.

The eight-generation Golden Wheel Dharma King Chi Meng and others in the tent read it, all palpably fearful.

A black-clad old man with a stern demeanor chuckled, breaking the silence, looking deeply at the grim-faced Chi Meng, and said, ”The Black Wind Village Chief has now arrived at Liuma Inn; this letter is clearly a courteous yet forceful approach, intending to use the Seventh Generation Dharma King Chi Da from the Vajra Sect as a bargaining chip, allowing them into the War God Temple. Dharma King, it seems this matter must be decided by you.”

Chi Meng snorted coldly, eyes gleaming sharply, and said, ”At this critical moment, why must Master Bi tease me? The War God Temple concerns major issues; without the master’s decree, who dares let anyone in?

I believe there’s no need to discuss further. If the Black Wind Village Chief can convince the master, naturally he may enter the War God Temple; if not, it’s his own lack of ability.”

Another monk with a head full of bumps weakly rasped, ”This person uses ’king’ for himself, presumably wanting to pressure us with the Prince authority of Ming and Song countries, yet it’s not so simple as just one battle.”

”Indeed.”

A Mongolian Marshal in armor, sharp and majestic, furrowed his brow and said, ”Now outside the tent, many troops are all gathered by this person. Should war break out, it might trigger a war between Song, Ming, and Mongolia three countries!

This matter must be reported to the master, requesting their decisive judgment!”