Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Dali burst into laughter, laughing so hard that his neck wound split open again, but he still found it funny. His voice was hoarse from amusement.

In the Martial World, everyone feared him like a tiger, considering him a Great Evil Man, absolutely deserving of death.

This was the first time anyone had said that he, Jiang Dali, wasn’t worthy of death, despite his fearsome reputation.

Wang Yuyan timidly watched Jiang Dali’s blood gushing wound, her heart pounding. She couldn’t help but warn, "Stop laughing already, your wound’s split open. How can you not care about the pain? No matter how much they praise you, you shouldn’t be this happy."

"Ha ha, you little girl, you know nothing. Go fetch me some wine to drink!"

Jiang Dali laughed and turned his head, his black hair stained with blood flung Blood Pearls, then he praised Chu Liuxiang, "The Martial World is full of deceit and cold-heartedness, where destiny changes like the wind and frost. Who in this world hasn’t blood on their hands, only Thief Leader Chu Liuxiang stands out. I always thought these rumors about the Martial World were exaggerated, but seeing you today, they really aren’t. Chu Liuxiang, you truly are someone."

"Hey! Is there any of my, Bai Zhan Tang’s, improvised poetry in this Martial World? Am I not considered someone too? It was I who got the Slaughter Emotion Sword Box this time."