Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1031~1032: The Tragic Thief King! A New Chapter!

How could there suddenly be a stranger’s heartbeat in a space?

There’s only one explanation, and that is this person had already hidden in this space in advance, using an extremely skillful concealing technique to remain undiscovered, making themselves like a lifeless stone hidden here.

Even someone with extraordinary spiritual sense like Jiang Dali would naturally assume this ”stone” was supposed to be here and subconsciously overlook it.

However, a person is always a person, possessing life, thoughts, and consciousness, impossible to be as lifeless as a stone with no hint of awareness or vitality fluctuation.

When there’s the slightest change in their awareness or vitality, it’s like a pebble falling into the water; even the slightest disturbance will create ripples and alert the person in the water.

The moment Jiang Dali sensed the hidden presence and cast the Thousand-mile Soul Lock, the surrounding invisible space became bright and clear, and the world of sound grew richer, with many subtle sounds that were previously ignored.

His spiritual sense immediately locked onto a man in brown clothes hiding seventy zhang away in a tree.

In an instant, his powerful primordial spirit sense grasped the man’s mental state, temperature changes, breathing status, blood flow speed, and knew he had realized he was exposed and was about to flee.

Indeed, once the man sensed danger, he moved without hesitation to escape for his life.

But all this was already far too slow when perceived through his spiritual sense, as Jiang Dali’s primordial spirit power erupted almost instantaneously from his eyes.

Spirit Cage!

Whoosh! ——

The Thief King, highly tense and fearful, spread his figure and swiftly leaped away from the dense foliage where he was hiding, displaying extraordinary Qinggong.

He saw the scenery around him flying by swiftly, buildings passing like a storm; the Shaolin and Wudang people who had rushed out from the side hall behind him muffled their voices to chase, but the distance was increasing.

However, he immediately sensed something was wrong, as a high wall made of stone bricks suddenly appeared in front of him.

This wall was completely unexpected and should not be here.

Because he had thoroughly scouted every route before coming and prepared a dozen escape paths.

He was arguably more familiar with the terrain of Divine Iron City than the people of the city.

This wall should absolutely not exist here.

The only explanation for this high wall’s appearance is that he fell into a Primordial Spirit Illusion Technique; that meant the Black Wind Village Chief had taken action, which means only one word—death!!

”Ah!——”

The Thief King shouted angrily, gathered his power by concentrating the Yin Yang Two Gods and Heaven and Earth Power into one palm, and suddenly struck at the high wall, attempting to break through the primordial spirit illusion realm in his mind and grasp a slender chance at life.

However, just as his five fingers penetrated the stone bricks.

Boom! ——

The high wall shattered and exploded open, and a pale hand with red nails slowly reached through from behind the wall, appearing extremely slow but feeling inevitable, sealing all paths of advance and retreat.

Seemingly slow yet truly fast!

The Thief King felt incredibly distressed, yelled fiercely, and gathered his power into his left palm to meet the approaching hand.

With a ”boom!” the Qi force violently whirled out from the point of contact between the two palms.

Instantly, the high wall collapsed, and everything returned to its original state.

All at once, the swirling Qi force blew leaves into a frenzy, wood chips flying with dust.

It turned out that while he seemed to have fled far away, he was actually still on the original tree, the majesty of the primordial spirit, unpredictable and unbeatable.

The Thief King spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, doing a somersault as he fell, barely landing on the ground, only to take more than ten steps back to stabilize.

Only then did he clearly see his enemy standing at the treetop, body swaying, wearing a red robe, with a delicate appearance that exuded indescribable charm, yet was unwaveringly valiant, exhibiting awe-inspiring authority.

”Dongfang Bubai!!”

The Thief King’s heart shook violently.

A loud laugh came from the side hall behind, and several figures stepped forward. When the Thief King heard this laugh, his heart sank to the bottom, feeling his bones turn icy cold bit by bit.

He suddenly turned, keeping his body sideways, his gaze wary and afraid, falling on the sturdy Jiang Dali at the forefront.

The experts from Shaolin and Wudang, seeing the Thief King’s sparse graying hair and beard, as well as the strange black claw-shaped weapons on his waist and the embroidered ”thief” tattoo on his forehead, including Mu Dao Ren and Daoist Wu Se, all trembled, their expressions drastically changing, immediately revealing his identity.

”Bladeless Thief Claw, thief tattoo, you are... the Thief King of the Thief Sect?”

”Amitabha Buddha! The Thief Sect was renowned above the Star-picking Sect in its heyday, but it vanished over sixty years ago; who would’ve thought you, the Thief King, are still alive, alas, alas...”

”Hahaha, who would have thought that sixty years later, someone in the Martial World still remembers me, the Thief King.”

The Thief King laughed loudly, with blood-stained lips, saying, ”For you Daoists and Masters to recognize me as the old thief, I guess my visit was not in vain, though I didn’t expect, now, new talents have emerged in the Martial World, and my first venture out in over sixty years ended in failure.”

As he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Dali, his face outwardly calm, but inside he was already engulfed by unspeakable fear.

He pretended not to know the renown of the Black Wind Village Chief, but of course, he knew the terror of the person before him. The Shaolin Monk said ”what a pity, what a pity,” and it was indeed a pity because he might just die here today, and that, naturally, is a pity.

”Thief King...”

Jiang Dali stood tall and firm, his domineering gaze sweeping over the old man with graying hair before him.