Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1303: Chapter 1007: The Woman Who Arrives! Xiong Ba in Peril! [Monthly Ticket Bonus] (2)

At the moment the woman stepped into the tavern, she quickly attracted the attention of many guests inside.

Many guests couldn’t guess her identity, but just looking at the entourage, they knew she was someone formidable and began whispering amongst themselves.

Under the protection of numerous samurai, the woman was about to offer her respects to the second floor when the room door creaked open, and Jiang Dali, wearing a bamboo hat and resembling an iron tower, appeared at the staircase, striding downwards. Even though he had exhibited his Bone Shrinking Skill, his thick shoulders and strong neck made his presence intimidating.

The woman instantly understood Jiang Dali’s wish to keep his identity concealed, so she immediately held back, smiling, and offered a slight bow to Jiang Dali.

”I didn’t expect it to be you.”

Jiang Dali gazed at the woman wearing a fox hat, his eyes showing a trace of surprise as he nodded slightly.

Though it was his first time meeting the woman, her identity within Tang Country and the many incidents associated with her led him to recognize her promptly, making him feel astonished.

Nonetheless, this also indicated that Wan Wan’s influence and connections cultivated in Tang Country had made groundbreaking advancements, adding to his current status, making Tang Country take her seriously.

He walked down the stairs, casually tossed two gold ingots onto the storyteller’s table in the hall as a reward, and under the woman’s humble invitation, he exited the tavern and entered a carriage.

”Who is this...?”

”That woman looks somewhat like...like? No way.”

”Are you implying? Hiss—if it really is that person, someone worthy of a personal invitation by her must be extraordinary.”

”Considering the individual’s generous reward to the storyteller, perhaps he is closely affiliated with the Black Wind Village Chief.”

After watching this entourage leave, the guests in the tavern quickly began discussing, their expressions stunned and uncertain.

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Whirring—

River winds blowing, river waters roaring.

Boat on the river, people within the boat.

Further away along the riverbank, various sizes of boats dotted the shores, while the island appeared brightly lit, shadows flickering.

Xiong Ba, with a solemn expression, sat inside the boat, eyes closed, his hands of authority placed on his knees, listening remotely to the rough fisherman’s ballad faintly coming from the distant shore.

”...Crowd like cloud masses. Coarse use is served. Suddenly achieving miracle technique. Trumpet and drum stir. Fisherman’s tune. Think of the old man. Don’t ask for a long ribbon, fasten the proud heir. Sword roars west wind, regret ascending the mountain, gazing upon water...”

Listening, Xiong Ba’s expression turned grave, feeling an inspiring vigor amidst the stirring, stern sadness of the song. Especially at the instant of the sword roaring west wind, a hidden murderous intent appeared, indicating the singer was not ordinary.

He slowly opened his eyes, lightning flashing, a compelling light sweeping through his dragonlike eyes, moving his gaze away from the boatman rowing ahead to the swiftly approaching several boats from the opposite bank.

The fisherman’s ballad accompanied the approaching boats swiftly, encircling with heavy killing intent.

Xiong Ba snorted coldly and slowly stood, hands behind his back, gazing at a majestically magic-induced figure full of demonic nature emerging on one of the boats, faintly chuckling.

”Unexpectedly, after days apart, to meet Demon Master here again. Is it a coincidence or a fated affinity with me?”

On the opposite boat appeared a luxurious-dressed man with a robust figure, long black hair neatly divided, draping over unusually broad shoulders, nose straight and tall, eyes vibrant. His purple-red, gold-embroidered lavish attire was spotless, exuding an almost demonic allure, revealing Demon Master Pang Ban.

Pang Ban fixed his gaze on Xiong Ba, his eyes bursting with a chilling, trembling brilliance, coldly saying, ”Xiong Ba, I know you seized the alms bowl under Leifeng Tower that day. If you hand over the alms bowl, I will let you leave.”

”Oh? Unexpected, indeed unexpected, the tiger falls to the plains and is bullied by dogs, didn’t expect to be waylaid by Black Wind Village Chief’s scissors, now to be intercepted by you, Demon Master?”

Xiong Ba pondered and surprisingly laughed heartily, his laughter empowered by his powerful energy, vibrated the lake water, splashes erupting, making the boatman rowing for Xiong Ba leap abruptly, intending to dive and escape.

Yet as his body just leapt, his seven orifices exploded with a loud bang, spraying blood, his corpse plummeting into the water like a tattered cloth bag.

Such terrifying power that could kill with laughter immediately caused the Demonic Dao experts on the two side boats to change colors, frightened.

Pang Ban calmly smiled, proudly speaking in a chilling tone, ”Xiong Ba, no need to bluff, everyone knows you visited Wudang, but were severely injured and forced back by Master Zhang. Though you possess extraordinary strength, how much remains? You can’t deceive me.”

As the words fell, Pang Ban’s eyes already bursting with mesmerizing brilliance seemed to possess heart-captivating magic, a vortex drawing one’s spirit, accompanied by a surging evil energy and aura of primordial spirit power.

”Primordial Spirit!?”

Xiong Ba’s face drastically changed, turmoil stirring within.

What shocked him wasn’t Pang Ban’s ability to deliberately radiate an extraordinary mental signal to gauge his depth, but rather the extreme evil primordial spirit power contained within Pang Ban’s spirit at this moment.

This primordial spirit power in his perception seemed similar yet distinct from Pang Ban, who shared the same origin but differed markedly. Whose primordial spirit power was this?

Moreover, his acquisition of the alms bowl should be unknown except to the God of God-searching Palace and the Divine General, why was it now known to the Demon Master?

Was it the God within God-searching Palace deceiving him?

In the midst of intense inner agitation, Pang Ban moved his foot, paddling unseen, his small boat suddenly accelerating, arrowing forward.

Besides him, two other small boats also encircled, the figures onboard, including Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan and Sect Leader Ren Tianxing, looking fearsome with exposed killing intent.

”Hand over the alms bowl!”

Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan and Sect Leader Ren Tianxing first launched an attack, swiftly moving like flowing clouds and water, fluidly and swiftly charging Xiong Ba from left and right.

Swish Swish—

In the renowned ”Hundred-Shape Rhombic Spear” from Six Demonic Paths, Zhao Deyan’s left and right sleeve ejected snake-like electric shots, spearheads rhombic and pointed, narrow as a tail finger, rapid as meteors, his power coupled with Heavenly Person Power reaching its peak state, multiple Qi Forces cascading like waves pressing against Xiong Ba.

Ren Tianxing’s blade flickered, demonic aura overwhelming, his eyes bursting with ruthlessly sharp saber light as if his whole body morphed into unmatched demonic saber qi, gathering all his power into several stunning saber lights slashing out.

Ruyi Sky Demon, Eight Linked Forms!

In this instant, three other Demon Sect left-path experts launched attacks from all directions, enveloping Xiong Ba in killing aura.

Only Demon Master Pang Ban stood firm at the helm like a rock, his eyes blazing icy light, locking onto Xiong Ba’s every move. Should Xiong Ba reveal any flaw during his response, he would encounter Pang Ban’s thunderous fatal strike...

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