Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Six Dragon Balls emitting bright yellow light fell into Jiang Dali’s hands. Instantly, six streams of special energy surged through his arms, into his body, swiftly coursing through the meridian points, rapidly healing the minor injuries he had just sustained.

Thus, under the astonished gazes of players in the distance, Jiang Dali’s blood bar, which had only dropped slightly to the point of being almost invisible to the naked eye, frequently showed numbers like "+21" and "+23", quickly recovering to full state.

"These Dragon Balls... the healing effect is indeed quite good..."

Jiang Dali examined the six Dragon Balls in his hands, which exuded a warm energy flow, a slight look of appreciation on his face.

At this moment, though his upper garment was torn, exposing his body, his appearance did not seem pathetic. Instead, he looked domineering and fierce, his glistening, sturdy chest full of robust muscles, resembling a blend of a ferocious leopard and a mighty tiger, exuding an unspeakable sense of power. He stood there quietly, with a broad waist and wide shoulders, giving off a terrifying sense of oppression.

The numerous Zhongxin Hall disciples and players looked at the miserable corpse of Shangguan Yun on the ground and then at Jiang Dali, who appeared almost unharmed apart from his clothes, all experiencing a strong emotional shock of contrast. The native disciples retreated in fear, ready to flee down the mountain, while the players each had their own plans.

"Wuwuwu! Our Sect Leader died miserably, but he finally died. I had long hated this old bastard. Just now, he even threatened to abolish anyone’s martial arts if they fled. Now, I’m kneeling and begging him to abolish my martial arts, but he can’t anymore."

"Although knowing our Sect Leader wouldn’t be a match for the Black Wind Village Chief, he showed such strong confidence before that I thought he had a chance. He should at least escape if he couldn’t win, but unexpectedly, he’s just a paper tiger..."

"I didn’t expect we’d be the ones to handle his body now."

"Who dares to handle his body? You go? There’s probably no martial arts manual left on the Sect Leader’s body, yet you risk being killed by the Black Wind Village Chief. It’s unnecessary."

"Senior Brother, now that the Sect Leader is dead, only you can lead the Zhongxin Sect players. Do you say we should handle the body... Senior Brother? Where’s Senior Brother?!"

"Senior Brother was too close to the battlefield just now. Could he have been killed by the aftermath of the fight?"

In the area behind the Zhongxin Hall mountain gate, amidst steep and rugged limestone slopes.

A man with tilted eyes and a full beard, whose actions were mysteriously sneaky, cautiously climbed across the mountain slope, occasionally glancing back at the square area where pavilion eaves and tower shadows sometimes flickered through the forest sunlight, chuckling as he spat on his hands and rubbed them, saying:

"Luckily, I, Hu Tianguang, am clever enough to slip away ahead of time. Hehehe, that damn fool Sect Leader dared to offend even Grandmaster, the absolute protagonist of the strongest ancient records. It’s like an old cow jumping into a dung pit—looking for shit with arrogance and stench! But this is also an excellent opportunity for me, hehehe."

Saying this, Hu Tianguang looked back at the pavilion on the mountain slope above, his gaze dark yet smiling.

"I accidentally learned that the Sect Leader hid many martial arts and treasures obtained from killing experts in the past years in the mechanical secret room within this pavilion. It’s a pity that I’ve been lurking in the sect for so long without an opportunity to act. Now the perfect opportunity has come."

"With Shangguan Yun dead, as the honest Senior Brother of Zhongxin Hall, I’m naturally entitled to inherit this sect legacy. Once I master them, I’ll rally all homeless disciples within the sect to join me. I’ll surely form a top guild comparable to the Black Emperor."

Encouraging himself internally, Hu Tianguang laughed yin-yin as he reached into his backpack to pull out a black hood skillfully, then prepared other dark blue gear, stealthily heading towards the pavilion on the mountain again.

Meanwhile, noise and commotion were also arising from the mountain below.

A large number of Eight Desolate Disciples, who had been waiting for some time, evidently received the latest news from the Jianghu Forum, knowing the battle between the Black Wind Village Chief and Shangguan Yun had concluded. Many Eight Desolate Disciples, like hyenas spotting prey, could no longer contain themselves and excitedly rushed up the mountain.

Instantly, scenes bizarre and novel unfolded on the three mountain paths.

Several batches of guild players among the Eight Desolate Disciples charged forward exuberantly carrying coffins, followed by a procession with suona horns and copper gongs sounding, a scene both joyous and extraordinarily strange.

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"Shangguan Yun! The enmity between us ends completely with your death! I won’t be like you, harming your disciples or your family! It’s just a pity that you didn’t die by my hand."

In front of the Zhongxin Hall plaza, Chamu Long deeply gazed at Shangguan Yun’s body, which lay like a heap of meat in a pool of blood, and suddenly realized he felt no joy or excitement.

This feeling was truly strange.

When he was alive, there wasn’t a bit of happiness, because all he had inside was hatred, the blood debt of his clan, nothing else!

But now, seeing the culprit who destroyed his clan dead in front of him, he surprisingly didn’t feel much joy or excitement, only a deep sense of fatigue and relief.

Human nature is indeed strange, strange enough that sometimes a person doesn’t even understand themselves, unsure of what they’re thinking, or what they truly want.

Perhaps this is human nature, and it’s also hatred. Hatred is never active but passive; only resentment is active.

"Father!"

Suddenly, a sorrowful and deeply painful cry from a woman came from not far away, awakening Chamu Long.

A graceful woman with silky hair like satin sobbed, looking like a delicate flower in the rain, suddenly rushing to Shangguan Yun’s body, crying loudly.

"Shangguan Yun’s daughter, Shangguan Feiyan?"

Chamu Long was shocked.

A few Zhongxin Sect players in the distance who hadn’t left yet felt their hearts twist as they saw the woman suddenly dash out.

"Shit! Our Senior Sister Fei Yan actually jumped out at this moment, it’s over, it’s over, the Black Wind Village Chief will surely be ruthless and destroy everything."

"No, please no! Senior Sister Fei Yan is so kind and cute, though she’s somewhat spoiled and unruly on normal days, she’s a light of righteousness in our dreary lives. I can’t bear to see her die."

"Brothers, the time has come for hero saves beauty! Since we won’t die anyway, why not rush out now and become the flower protectors of Senior Sister Fei Yan, guarding the last hope of our Sect Leader."

"Is that really protecting the last hope of the Sect Leader? I’m embarrassed to even call you out on it. But, as they say, to die under the peony flower, and to be a ghost is also romantic, slurp..."

The group of players were hotly discussing and debating, yet no one moved to rush out and save the beauty, all regretfully swallowing as they stared at Shangguan Feiyan’s fragrant shoulders and slender waist, marveling at her exquisite figure.

Especially as Shangguan Feiyan sprinted, her wildly swinging hips and firm, rounded buttocks made the players unable to tear their eyes away, each feeling the fire rise in their Dantian, unbearably hot, their eyes practically glowing green.

Suddenly, Shangguan Feiyan whimpered a few cries, and abruptly attacked Chamu Long and Jiang Dali who were standing to the side.

However, with her amateur skills, how could she be a match for those two?

Chamu Long didn’t even wait for Jiang Dali to act, he immediately took the initiative to seize Shangguan Feiyan, sternly speaking to the tearful Shangguan Feiyan, "Miss Shangguan, your father deserved his fate, it was self-inflicted, but you are innocent. I don’t want to kill you, and I hope you stay rational, don’t make a mistake."

Jiang Dali lowered his palm that was poised to strike Shangguan Feiyan’s undefended chest and pulled it back.

He was so shrewd.

Seeing Chamu Long’s quick move to seize her first, he understood that Chamu Long didn’t want Shangguan Feiyan to provoke him and be killed, thus acted first.

Regarding Chamu Long’s action, he had no opinion.

With Shangguan Feiyan’s mere explosive Qi state strength, frankly speaking, even if he lay sleeping on the ground and she stabbed his neck with a knife, she might not be able to kill him, let alone talk of any revenge.

No matter how weak the enemy is, there’s no problem with eradicating them, but since Chamu Long had other plans, he had no concern.

If not handled properly, the Soul Searching Hall and Seven Killings Hall in Black Wind Village are not to be messed with, such a small matter wouldn’t trouble him.

But the current scenario of endless vendettas is quite poignant for him, as the countless battles of the Martial World originate from such cycles of cause and effect, uncontrollable revenge evolving into eternal conflicts. The way Chamu Long dealt with it, it seemed like he was telling Shangguan Feiyan, "Your dad died for my revenge, but he brought it upon himself. You’re not like your dad, I don’t wish for you to die, I advise you to be calm."

The reasoning is sound, but it’s honestly tough to accept.

Yet quickly, after crying a while, Shangguan Feiyan surprisingly managed to sober up from her hatred, and the red light in Jiang Dali’s eyes faded, she sat on the ground in grief and self-pity, gazing complexly at Shangguan Yun’s corpse on the ground, saying, "Yes, my father indeed deserved what he got, brought it on himself, I even wish I could kill him, because he... he went insane to the point he spared not even my mother... In order to seize the Dragon Ball my mother held, he didn’t hesitate to kill her! He deserved to die! He deserved to die! He deserved to die!!!"

After saying "deserved to die" three times, Shangguan Feiyan couldn’t restrain her immense grief, suddenly rolled her eyes and fainted, falling backward to the ground.

Chamu Long looking at her tragic state, sighed internally, turned his gaze to Jiang Dali, pleaded, "Village Chief! This woman..."

Jiang Dali flatly and expressionlessly said, "Although Shangguan Yun died by my hand, it remains a feud between you, this woman is unrelated to me. You handle her, I don’t wish to see her again!"

Chamu Long’s heart was shocked, understanding that "do not wish to see her" implied two meanings.

One, he could appropriately handle this woman, as long as she no longer appears before the Village Chief, whether killed or released, all was left to his discretion;

Two, if he couldn’t properly handle this woman, if she sought revenge in the future, she would surely die, and he would be implicated for faults;

Chamu Long gritted his teeth, immediately clasped fists, kneeled on one knee, and solemnly vowed, "Thank you, Village Chief, for your trust! Your subordinate will surely arrange it properly!"

Saying this, he once again took out the Dragon Ball in his arms, offered it with both hands, saying, "Village Chief, your subordinate once promised, as long as you avenge me, I will offer my clan’s divine object Dragon Ball to you. Now you already have six Dragon Balls, and adding this one from me, you have seven.

And the eighth Dragon Ball is with my son Chamu Xue, your subordinate wishes to retrieve the eighth Dragon Ball for the Village Chief, to complete all eight Dragon Balls."

When expressing this resolution, Chamu Long did so with great determination.

Because he’s truly realized that Jiang Dali doesn’t care about Dragon Balls, such a person is hardly the type to be overwhelmed by the Divine Dragon curse within the Dragon Balls and turn into a monster like Shangguan Yun, and whether the eight Dragon Balls fall into his hands or others, it’d be a guilt of possessing precious jewels, drawing chaotic storms from the Martial World, pushing countless forces and people into the Chamu Clan’s tragic aftermath.

Only in the celebrated Black Wind Village Chief’s hands, these eight Dragon Balls wouldn’t be coveted, ensuring genuine stability for the Martial World.

The Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, is indeed the stabilizer of the eight Dragon Balls....

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