Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Even though Feng Qingyang had a good temperament, he couldn’t help but get red-faced and had a sharp glint in his eye as he asked with a snort, "This old man really wants to know, what does it mean to ’let go,’ and what does it mean to ’not let go’?"

Jiang Dali sneered, "The village chief here isn’t just all talk and no action, but I’ll enlighten you. It seems like you’ve chosen to withdraw from the world in an unrestrained manner, but it is nothing more than a choice of escapism made in helpless anger after your heart was wounded back then. It is not considered an act of being poised and elegant.

"You have secluded yourself for many years to practice the sword, proclaiming detachment from worldly matters, yet years later, you couldn’t suppress your impulse to pass on the Dugu Nine Swords to Ling Hu Chong, and now you even want to plead for Yue Buqun’s sake. What kind of detachment from worldly matters is this?

"In Laozi’s view, it’s all just posturing.

"This ambivalent state of can’t let go yet lets go, and lets go yet can’t let go, if Feng Qingyang, you can break through, that would really be a miracle!"

Speaking to this point, Jiang Dali laughed heartily while Feng Qingyang’s face turned red and his brows furrowed deeply.

Jiang Dali’s arrogant voice continued, "If I were you, I would just choose to break through directly, with a surge of effort, striving for a more glorious comeback than before. Why would I hesitate and struggle to be unrestrained, only to not succeed? To hell with such a breakthrough!"

"Bastard!"

Feng Qingyang roared furiously, his eyebrows standing erect like swords, and his eyes filled with fierce light as he suddenly jabbed out with his fingers as if they were swords, darting towards Jiang Dali like a ghostly apparition.

This move was as swift as a rainbow and as fast as lightning, aiming straight for Jiang Dali’s chest.