Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1436: Chapter 1102: The One and Only Sutra King! The Miserable Demon Hawk!

The massive ”Scripture” character shield formed by five hundred thirty-two small characters was shattered by the ferocious saber qi in an instant. Jiang Dali’s tall and robust figure surged forward like a primordial beast, wielding a massive red saber akin to a door plank.

Fast!

Relentless!

Fierce!!

The invisible qi wall formed by the Purple Robe Scripture King was yet to consolidate before the ferocious saber cleaved it open ruthlessly, forcing him to raise the Zen stick immediately for defense.

”Clang!” Sparks flew!

The Purple Robe Scripture King’s hands cracked at the tiger’s mouth, forced back ten steps by the saber blow, with deep grooves etched into the ground by his legs. He felt the Zen stick vibrating intensely, as if about to fly out of his hand. This sudden terrifying force was almost enough to make the Zen stick fly away, prompting him to scream.

”This can’t be possible!!”

”Nothing’s impossible!”

Jiang Dali’s legs slightly bent, and with a violent kick to the ground, the tempestuous destructive power inside him instantly boiled, his momentum skyrocketing.

Strike while he’s vulnerable!

A thunderous ”Boom!” resounded.

Accompanied by a fierce tremor of the earth, two large pits exploded beneath his feet as he wielded the flaming saber, swinging it fiercely, with the air seeming to burn and distort.

In mere breaths, the two approached once more.

Yet at this moment, an extremely oppressive and terrifying force suddenly erupted from the Purple Robe Scripture King’s body, his face alight with murderous intent as he shook his arms and shouted, ”Thirteen Layers of No Scripture and No Dao!!!”

Jiang Dali couldn’t close his eyes in time before a blinding light and overwhelming murderous momentum unfolded. His saber strike felt like it was suddenly plunging into a quagmire, his skin pricked with needle-like pain.

Before he could react, the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber suddenly sank as if clamped, with a menacing blood-red palm power accompanied by a giant ”Scripture” character rushing toward him.

A strong wind hit his face, and before the palm shadow reached, Jiang Dali’s golden hair already flew back under the domineering palm power, revealing his tough and handsome features.

In that instant, the situation changed dramatically.

With no time to draw the saber or intercept, fortunately, the opponent’s sudden Primordial Spirit Shock was instantly devoured by the Breaking Realm Pearl. Jiang Dali could only have his eyes flash divine light and shout, unleashing divine power!

The scarlet palm’s strike paused slightly.

Jiang Dali’s head narrowly avoided the blow, the swiftly thrown palm grazing past his ear.

Crack—

Like a blade scraping his face, his rock-like face and ear felt sharp pain, a strand of golden hair drifting down with the wind.

Bang!!——

A nearby large tree exploded into fragments scattering everywhere.

Jiang Dali fiercely held the saber with both hands, the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber humming and vibrating, issuing astonishing Flame Saber Qi to force the Purple Robe Scripture King back.

Their figures flashed apart by over twenty yards, standing opposite each other.

Boom—

The moment the Purple Robe Scripture King’s feet touched the ground, all sand and pebbles within ten yards were forced away, and the ground seemed unable to withstand the terrifying torrent of power within him, cracking with fissures.

The overwhelming qi force and flying sand couldn’t approach a ten-yard radius around him, and the intense murderous aura emanating from him made the air within ten yards seem like sharp flowing blades.

If anyone were within ten yards, they’d likely be shredded into a bloody pulp in an instant.

His scarlet eyes full of murderous intent locked onto Jiang Dali, stretching out a blood-red tongue to lightly lick the blood-stained corner of his lips, threateningly sneering, ”Black Wind Village Chief, we were originally like well water not interfering with river water, but now that you’ve crossed me, I’ll use you to test the power of my Thirteen Layers of No Scripture and No Dao. You’ll be the first to die under my god-like skill, a distinction for you!”

”What nonsense!”

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, spat with blood onto the ground, creating a shallow pit, and suspiciously eyed the opponent, who looked like Xiong Ba but much more arrogant and bloodthirsty.

His opponent seemed even more terrifying, with facial veins and the ones under the skin bulging and writhing like worms, eyes bloodshot, and an extremely oppressively fearful aura, broadcasting waves of threatening signals full of danger and hostility, painting Jiang Dali’s vision with glaring red sparks of peril.

Just as his opponent shouted the Thirteenth Layer of No Scripture and No Dao, the power soared more than three times, surpassing him even in his Destruction State, nearly putting him at a disadvantage, shocking Jiang Dali not insignificantly.

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The atmosphere calmed suddenly.

Their invisible qi mechanisms clashed, shooting qi force and faint spiritual sparks in the air, each seeking a flaw or opening for an attack.

Once that opening is found, it would be a fierce collision with earth-shattering results!

”You said we were like well water not interfering with river water... Aren’t you Xiong Ba’s father, Boss Zi Yi?”

Jiang Dali slowly adjusted his breathing, eyeing the opposite brutish, bloodthirsty foe, his icy eyes narrowing as he spoke.

”Hehe... hahaha...”

The Purple Robe Scripture King snickered with arrogance and disdain, ”Zi Yi is merely the vessel of my consciousness. Him becoming part of me is his incredible fortune! I, am the Scripture King, the one and only Scripture King!”

”You are the Scripture King!!?”