Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

The wind, Chang Feng dispersed.

Blood, the blood had dried.

After a battle, Heaven and Earth were vast and tumultuous, the sword roars directed toward the Western winds, leaving behind only a ground littered with wounded and unclaimed skeletons.

Jiang Dali sat on the back of Demon Hawk, retracting his gaze from the Forbidden City.

One of his eyes was now covered by a makeshift eye patch of black cloth, while his other eye looked down with a chilly expression at his muscular, bulging chest.

The True Qi within his body slowly circulated and then burst forth with force.

Hissing—

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At once, the residual needle-shaped Qi Force forced its way out through his pores.

Every bit of needle-shaped Qi Force expelled carried with it a trail of blood, causing Wang Yuyan beside him to shriek softly, no longer as frail as before, but nonetheless secretly panic-stricken at the sight.

"Stop shouting. I’m not dead yet. Your clamor is enough to kill me! Keep it up and I’ll throw you across," Jiang Dali impatiently snapped, his loud voice startling Wang Yuyan into silence.

"Hahaha, Old Jiang, quick, throw Miss Wang over here. I’ll catch her. With a beauty by our side, even drinking wine would be a feast for the eyes," Lu Xiaofeng, who was flying beside on Divine Phoenix, shouted with a laugh, one hand holding a wine jar and the other injured hand bandaged and fixed on a wooden brace, his mustache perking up.

Though he now appeared miserable and heavily wounded, his mood was quite good.