Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"Jiang Dali? Haha, that name is so outdated; he must be an insignificant little person."

"It seems he's the leader here, might be an early-stage small boss. If Master Hu seriously injures him later, do we have a chance to swoop in and finish him off?"

"Taking down such a small boss, we might earn a lot of Cultivation Points and Potential Points, right?"

A group of players, seeing Jiang Dali coming down the mountain trail with a bunch of followers, were initially startled but soon became excited, whispering and chatting among themselves, their expressions gradually revealing greed and excitement.

Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

These players had just entered the game, learned no martial arts yet, and truly feared nothing, especially when there was profit to be gained.

At this moment, in Jiang Dali's eyes, everyone in front of him was radiating a hostile red glow; perhaps the only difference was that the players opposite him had black names floating above their heads.

"Great Master, Great Master, save us!"

"Great Master, this old dog is too ruthless; he broke my hand!"

The five subdued mountain bandits saw the figure of Jiang Dali and cried out in delight together.

"Keep quiet!"

Martial Arts Academy Master Hu Ling fiercely kicked a mountain bandit, sending him rolling on the ground like a gourd, screaming in pain.

Jiang Dali's expression cooled slightly. "Old man, beating up my people right in front of me, it seems you have grown tired of living."

"Hahaha, what arrogant words."

Hu Ling coldly sized up Jiang Dali, his gaze sharp. "So you're the greenhorn who just took over the position of Great Master of Black Wind Village, quite the big talker. No wonder the trash you lead can't behave, daring to kill people recklessly outside the county, utterly lawless!

Sadly, you don't realize you're just a pawn, clueless about the imminent disaster, pushed into the position of Great Master only to be sent to your death."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali slightly raised his eyebrow. "It seems you know something of interest to me. Are you going to stand here and tell me now, or wait until I've beaten you half to death to speak?"

"How dare you! Tyrant, prepare to die!"

Shua shua—

Two Martial Arts Academy Disciples roared in anger, leaping out from left and right, attacking Jiang Dali together.

One wielded a dagger flashing with silver lights, while the other's fist struck toward Jiang Dali's vital points like a meteor.

"You two youngsters, also daring to court death?"

Jiang Dali sneered, his body unmoved, but his Inner Qi suddenly erupted and spun.

Boom!

His aura surged; his already tall and imposing figure swelled like a devil, his hair breaking free of its band like a black waterfall, revealing bulging, strong muscles under his thin clothes, hard, brave, domineering, a body filled with an indescribable sense of power.

"Iron Cloth Shirt! Inner Qi Realm?"

Hu Ling's expression drastically changed, deeply shocked.

The group of players was also startled into cursing continuously, "Shit, shit".

Keng!

Peng!

The attacks from left and right at that moment collided with Jiang Dali, but the immense power that erupted from his body instantly neutralized them.

Both Martial Arts Academy Disciples, shocked, were blown back several steps.

Yet before they could react,

The figures before their eyes blurred, and two gigantic palms descended from the heavens, striking fiercely across their cheeks.

Pa—!

The two sounds merged into one.

The two Martial Arts Academy Disciples felt as if they had been harshly slapped by a door panel; their necks made an overwhelmed noise, their tongues pushed out of their mouths, teeth flying, and their whole bodies were sent flying in unison.

"Stop!"

Hu Ling, in a mix of shock and rage, moved to catch the two disciples.

"You say stop and I should stop?" Jiang Dali scoffed, his hands shaking violently, his sleeves whipped straight by the surge of Qi Force, turning into dozens of Willow Leaf Darts that shot toward Hu Ling and the others like deadly locusts, buzzing fiercely.

Instantly, everyone's expression changed, chaos ensued.

Hu Ling roared in fury, his momentum suddenly intensifying, his hands moving rapidly, "Huo huo huo", sweeping down the incoming Hidden Weapons, "ding ding dang dang", they fell to the ground all around.

His palms were covered in Inner Qi, transforming them into a pair of iron palms, agile as shields in his hands, swiftly deflecting Hidden Weapons in an instant before lunging ferociously at Jiang Dali.

But in that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark gleam swooping past, and the Strong Wind was upon him in an instant.

"Damn it!"

He swiftly spun around, using Listening Wind Positioning, yet he couldn't completely dodge and felt a tearing pain in his left arm.

At that instant, an overwhelming oppressive force accompanied by the looming figure of an enormous figure closed in, as Jiang Dali's muscly arms, wrapped in bulging veins like chains, fiercely struck out.

"Take this palm from Laozi!"

"Boom!" A muffled sound followed by a burst of palm power that splits rocks.

Hu Ling barely managed to regain his energy, counterattacked in horror, and when their palms collided, a thunderous sound erupted, the residual force from their Powerful Energy surged like waves; Hu Ling screamed as his entire right arm twisted unnaturally, staggering back.

"Master!"

A group of Martial Arts Academy Disciples cried out, attempting to rush forward and rescue, only to be assaulted by the mountain bandits.

Jiang Dali advanced with strides as powerful as a dragon towards Hu Ling.

Hu Ling scrambled aside, yelling, "Wait, wait, good sir, this has all been a misunderstanding, whatever you want to know, I can tell you!"

A sinister smile crept onto Jiang Dali's face, his eyes revealing a hint of sadistic cruelty.

"Too late!"

As his words fell, a fierce gale erupted, he leaped like a fierce tiger seizing its prey, took the opportunity to close in and slammed his fist down ferociously like a heavy bowl.

"Ah, this is too much!"

Hu Ling roared hysterically, his face and palms instantly turning black, his body's Inner Qi surged, and he struck back with his left palm.

Bang!—

The ground shook violently.

The solid earth cracked.

Hu Ling grunted in pain, retreating seven or eight steps, each step imprinting deep footprints into the ground, until he finally fell abruptly, sitting down, his arms hanging limply, shaken to the core with his organs displaced and blood spilling from his mouth, his complexion ashen.

"Master!"

Seeing this, a group of Martial Arts Academy Disciples, each filled with panic and fear, screamed together and tried to rescue.

A group of Players, who had taken refuge in a corner, were terrified beyond belief, never expecting such a turn of events.

"You think my Black Wind Village is easy to bully? Everyone here seeks a noble death!"

Jiang Dali's expression was as hard as steel, his palms moving swiftly, fingers swiftly flicking Hidden Weapons from between them, shooting them violently in all directions.

In an instant, screams filled the mountain path.

As the Hidden Weapons ceased, the cries dwindled.

On the ground, there were over a dozen bodies, chests and skulls split open, a gruesome sight.

The Players were completely intimidated, their faces pale as quails.

Though desperate enough not to fear death, how could they withstand such a realistic and bloody scene, completely unaccustomed?

"You thieves, die!"

Seeing his fellow disciples dead, Hu Ling, overwhelmed with grief and rage, roared as he leaped forward.

Jiang Dali turned around, drawing his sword.

"Ding-ding-ding!"

All nine rings resounded as if beckoning death.

The robust, ringed back of the Golden Nine-Ring Blade came down hard and squarely on Hu Ling's neck.

Hu Ling grunted in pain, instantly fainting.

"Take them away! Take all these people away!"

Jiang Dali commanded his underlings, pointing at the Players.

The mountain bandits, their blood boiling, an uproarious cheer as if driven mad.

"Great Master is mighty!"

"Great Master is dominant!"

"Great Master for thousands of generations, unifying all the Mountain Villages!"...