Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Zhongxin Hall, at the foot of the mountain where the gate is located, the sound of suona reverberated loudly.

There were even players with a secondary profession of coffin making, who openly set up a few coffins dragged by carriages outside the small forest, seemingly waiting to collect the bodies of the soon-to-be-deceased.

However, anyone familiar with the methods of the Eight Desolates disciples knows these coffins are not for collecting bodies, but for collecting wealth.

Just by looking at the large characters "Black Emperor" and the wolf head emblem engraved on those coffins, it’s clear they are marked with the symbol of one of the top player guilds within the Eight Desolates disciples, the "Black Emperor Guild".

Black represents the Black Wind Village Chief, Emperor signifies revering the Black Wind Village Chief as the emperor, and the wolf head emblem represents the creed followed by the Eight Desolates disciples: "The wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and Eight Desolates disciples travel a thousand miles to seize treasures," thus forming the overall guild emblem image of the Black Emperor Guild.

These coffins placed on the road signify staking a claim, meaning that in this "big feast" operation, our Black Emperor Guild doesn’t need much benefit, just filling these coffins is enough, and the rest should be evenly distributed among the brothers on the road.

On other roads, you can see that some slightly weaker guilds have also set up one or two coffins.

There are also quite a few suona players playing tunes beside the coffins to boost morale, symbolizing a bountiful harvest, resembling a black coffin-carrying procession.

On the main road, in the mountains and forests, there are shadows of Eight Desolates disciples everywhere wearing black hoods, and the air is filled with a strange mix of festive yet murderous atmosphere.

Since half a day ago, when players saw the Black Wind Village Chief’s vehicle, the Demon Hawk, appear in the sky over Shu, the area, already attracting attention, instantly became a gathering place for the Eight Desolates disciples.

One person moves, a hundred follow, a thousand gather, tens of thousands fill the alleys...

"Eight Desolates disciples do not go to places without treasures" is not just a slogan in the Martial World, but a gradually formed phenomenon in the Martial World.

And whenever this phenomenon occurs, it initiates a new bloody storm.

In places where the Eight Desolates disciples pass, there is not a single mother dog left within a hundred miles.

When the Robber Flag is unfurled, wherever they pass, they dig three feet underground and even pry up the beams.

It can be said they are even more bandit-like than the orthodox Black Wind Village mountain bandits, practically a swarm of locusts that can spring up from every corner at any time.

Despite the fact that since the Black Wind Village Chief has appeared in Shu to this point, he has not issued any faction tasks.

But the treasure-loving Eight Desolates disciples never act solely on faction tasks’ issuance; they prefer to arrive early at places bound for conflict upon receiving favorable news, setting ambushes in advance.

In case regular players need to see the announced task rewards before deciding whether to participate in a Martial World slaughter, abnormal Eight Desolates players won’t care if there is a task or not; they’ll "act" first out of courtesy, having a task is best, and without a task, they’ll create opportunities for profit.

This is also because as the Mixed Martial Arts World has developed to now, players’ strength has grown to a formidable level, shifting from a passive stance to a proactive one, they can engage in many Martial World feuds, with the very active Eight Desolates disciples standing out in this aspect.

For instance, knowing two major sects are going to have a showdown, Eight Desolates disciples often kindly ambush ahead of time, ready to dive into the battlefield at any moment to play the part of finishers, plundering vast amounts of loot, then dispersing like locusts.

There are even instances where a group of Eight Desolates disciples completely devour both sects’ combatants, both of whom had fallen into mutual ruin...

Such instances often lead to the combatants of both sects suddenly being dumbfounded as they realize not only have they suffered severe casualties, but they are also surrounded by abnormal people, forcing them to shift from an adversarial stance to jointly resisting the shameless abnormal people, resulting in extreme chaos.

Now, with Zhongxin Hall and other sects having offended the collective Grandmaster of the Eight Desolates disciples, referred to as the strongest BOSS in the current Mixed Martial Arts World, it’s an immensely favorable message for the collective Eight Desolates disciples.

Whether or not the Grandmaster has issued a faction task.

Once news broke of the Demon Hawk appearing over Shu, the Eight Desolates disciples hovering around the vicinity of Shu all swarmed over, ready to charge in after Zhongxin Hall’s Hall Master Shangguan Yun breathes his last, and clear out Zhongxin Hall.

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At this moment, high on the mountain peak, which from the front looks like a large standard, and from the side a long whip.

Numerous disciples of Zhongxin Hall and players listened to the sound of suona below, all uneasy and anxious, occasionally glancing towards the location of the main hall beyond the mountain gate, speculating on how the Sect Leader Shangguan Yun would respond. Meanwhile, some of the dispirited Zhongxin Hall players had already started contemplating retreat options, their minds in turmoil, whispering among themselves.

"An hour ago, there were people in Shu who spotted the Black Wind Village Chief’s vehicle Demon Hawk from a thousand miles away from our Zhongxin Hall; now I’m afraid the Black Wind Village Chief has almost arrived, yet our Sect Leader and those old fellows haven’t come up with a strategy?"

"Strategy? What strategy can they come up with? I’ve already laid flat, it’s certain death either way. When the Black Wind Village Chief arrives, do you really expect our Sect Leader and those old folks to stop him?"

"You guys are carefree, I’m also ready to lay flat. Now that the Eight Desolates disciples have arrived, we are directly dragged into the faction war state, can’t even log off, and if I log off, my body stays in the sect. I fear those unscrupulous Eight Desolates disciples will strip me and desecrate my corpse."

"Woe is me! I, Hu Tianguang, have lived an upright and honest life, standing tall and proud. I joined Zhongxin Hall because this sect fits my upright disposition, yet I didn’t expect to be misled by this petty Sect Leader. I must find a chance to prove that Zhongxin Hall also has loyal and honest people; I, Hu Tianguang, will not rest under the same sky with the Eight Desolates disciples."

"Forget it, Senior Brother, Zhongxin Hall is lucky to have a man like you. I see this sect cannot escape calamity this time. Later, we shall all run in different directions, I’ll cover you."

Zhongxin Hall’s players gathered quietly, discussing and consulting.

Meanwhile, inside the grand hall of Zhongxin Hall, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and grave.

Shangguan Yun’s breath was steady like an abyss as he sat firmly at the head of the table.

His ears were higher than his eyebrows, his eyebrows sleek and thick but not turbid, and the bridge of his nose was raised, indicating a resolute character. His eyes were concealed yet distinct in black and white, suggesting a deep and scheming nature.

Seated on either side of him were the Poison Sect Leader Meng Baichuan, Qiushui Manor Owner Qiu Tangbai, Ten Thousand Sword Sect Leader Shen Bing, and Qiankun Sect Leader Wu Ming. Their expressions varied, and their eyes flickered with individual thoughts.

"Humph!"

Shangguan Yun slammed a palm down onto the table beside him, and instantly, the redwood-inlaid marble tabletop sank like tofu under his handprint. The entire tea table shuddered, its legs sinking into the ground, drawing the attention of everyone seated beside him.

"We’re at the brink of life and death, yet you all refuse to unite and instead harbor your own agendas?

Do you think Chamu Long seeks revenge only against me, Shangguan Yun? Or do you believe the Black Wind Village Chief will only target me and spare you easily?"

Shangguan Yun’s voice was low as he scanned everyone with a predatory gaze and exclaimed coldly.

All four looked at each other hesitantly.

Poison Sect Leader Meng Baichuan pondered for a moment before suddenly smiling, "Brother Shangguan, actually, our intention was to individually offer our Dragon Balls to the Black Wind Village Chief, then apologize to Chamu Long. If worse comes to worst, we can express submission to the Black Wind Village Chief. I believe, needing manpower, he wouldn’t refuse our allegiance merely for Chamu Long?

Wouldn’t this be a risk-free resolution to this life-and-death feud, rather than dying needlessly?"

Upon hearing this, Qiushui Manor Owner Qiu Tangbai echoed with a laugh, "Indeed, compared to confronting such a powerful Returning to Truth Realm master together, why not be sensible and avoid seeking trouble by hitting a rock with an egg?

Brother Shangguan, do you really think having our Dragon Balls means you can oppose the Black Wind Village Chief?

The gap between Heavenly Human Realm and Returning to Truth Realm is something you’re certainly more aware of than us, so why act recklessly?"

Ten Thousand Sword Sect Leader Shen Bing nodded, "That’s right. We came today not to jointly confront the Black Wind Village Chief, since no matter how you look at it, we have no chance of winning. Besides... right now, only Meng Sect Leader and Lord Qiu each have a Dragon Ball. Both I and Brother Wu Ming hold no Dragon Balls."

As the conversation reached this point, their eyes further flickered, showcasing subtle expressions.

Originally, when everyone went to the Dragon Roar Cave of the Chamu Clan to kill the Divine Dragon and seize the Dragon Balls, Shangguan Yun, Qiu Tangbai, Meng Baichuan, Xuanwu, He Santai, and Lei Zhenzi each obtained one Dragon Ball, while another was swallowed by a member of the Chamu Clan. The remaining ball’s whereabouts were unknown, suspected to be with Chamu Long.

Soon after their success, both He Santai and Lei Zhenzi died, prompting suspicions among everyone that Shangguan Yun was the assassin who claimed their Dragon Balls.

Recently, Diancang Sect Leader Xuanwu died in Zhongxin Hall, surely leading Shangguan Yun to seize his Dragon Ball, while Chamu Long escaped the prison chaos at Zhongxin Hall during the turmoil.

Thus, they were convinced Shangguan Yun must have acquired four or five Dragon Balls, otherwise, he wouldn’t dare demand theirs to confront the Black Wind Village Chief.

Yet Shangguan Yun dared to wager his strength and Dragon Balls, but the four wouldn’t, desiring peace instead.

After all, Shangguan Yun had condensed his Three Flowers and held multiple Dragon Balls, so even if he couldn’t match the Black Wind Village Chief, he might escape death while surrendering his Dragon Balls would eliminate resistance.

Among the four, Meng Baichuan was the strongest, at the Heavenly Human 5th Realm. Holding a Dragon Ball, he could barely confront a Heavenly Human 7th Realm expert. Opposing the Black Wind Village Chief meant no escape, while the others had even less hope.

Seeing their subtle expressions, Shangguan Yun understood their shortsightedness and mockingly chuckled, "Looks like none of you intend to fight, fostering external might while diminishing your own power. Thus, we’ll negotiate no further today. If you wish for peace, leave as you will. I, Shangguan Yun, will never surrender my Dragon Balls or submit to anyone."

Upon hearing this, the four felt a shock, although they anticipated this result, their hearts couldn’t help lamenting, aware that their farewell here would possibly mean bidding this top hero of Shu goodbye forever.

With this thought, they immediately rose, cupping fists to bid farewell, planning to deliver surrender messages to the Black Wind Village upon descent.

As they turned away, Shangguan Yun’s eyelid flickered maliciously. In an instant, his figure flashed and extended his right hand into a claw-like form while the other hand half-clenched into a fist. He leapt forward, like a tiger hunting a sheep, lunging at Meng Baichuan who was facing away, his aura enveloping the four.

The four drastically changed expressions, while Meng Baichuan’s heart sank sharply, inwardly sighing, "My fate is sealed." He quickly shouted while unleashing his Qi Force, sending the Dragon Ball in his bosom shooting forward, immediately capturing Shangguan Yun’s attention.

And in that brief moment, Meng Baichuan’s body twisted mysteriously at the waist, his hands impossibly reversing position to strike Shangguan Yun’s left fist and right palm.

Boom! --

A fierce blast of Qi Force erupted in the hall, lifting stone bricks and dust everywhere. Shangguan Yun roared, his sleeves billowing, instantly enveloping the bleeding Meng Baichuan and the others within his aura.

"Rather than betray and aid villains, better to die at my hands to enhance my power!"

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