Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 180 - 161~162: Backbone, Defeat Shuanglong (Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 180: 161~162: Backbone, Defeat Shuanglong (Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)

A deafening roar, like that of a dragon, accompanied the figure of a mighty man freefalling from the sky.

A wildly violent airwave burst forth the moment Jiang Dali struck with his palm.

His palm shadow was heavy and imposing, like an immense spirit riding a giant dragon among the clouds, roaring furiously as countless shocked eyes watched it descend to the mortal realm.

Giant Spirit Divine Palm—Cloud Riding!

This palm strike by Jiang Dali was an ingenious spur-of-the-moment idea, utilizing the palm power releasing technique of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms combined with the deafening might of the Dragon Roar Tiger Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, unleashing power as terrifying as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The palm technique valued force over intent!

Such a fierce and domineering strike, in combination with the Dragon Roar Tiger Roar Iron Cloth Shirt and the strength technique of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

In that fiercely descending moment, when the airwave compressed and burst forth violently, it was suffocating.

On the ground, all the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang turned pale with fear, screaming as they quickly switched their formation, turning into a suddenly blooming chrysanthemum, their long blades whirling toward the rapidly descending Jiang Dali.

Sword Net Formation!

Under the evening sunset, nine gleaming sword lights curled up, resembling a blooming chrysanthemum, but deadly and murderous.

Waiting for autumn, on September eighth, my blossom after the hundred blossoms slaughter!

"Scram!"

Jiang Dali bellowed, his double palms thrusting out fiercely as his Nine Yang Marrying Robe Inner Qi burst forth explosively, sending a wave of Qi crashing open.

Clang!

The powerful palm power instantly collided hard with the nine incoming blades in mid-air.

An incredibly shocking metallic tremor and violent boom erupted.

The nine steel blades clashed with Jiang Dali’s double palms, which were shrouded in dense airwaves, and failed to inflict even the slightest injury on his arms, as solid as if they were cast from bronze and iron; instead, bending into terrifyingly tense arcs amidst the clanging.

The next moment!

The nine blades explosively shattered and flew away!

Boom!

Powerful force abruptly transmitted onto both parties.

The Nine Ghosts of Xiliang screamed in agony as they burst into the air like cannonballs, some directly breaking arms and snapping tendons, utterly miserable.

Others were slammed across the ground, plowing through like hoes, creating visually shocking ravines and spewing fresh blood.

Yet Jiang Dali stabilized himself in mid-air with a Gecko Wall Climbing flip, descending solidly to the ground while his black cloak fluttered down. In stark contrast to the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang, who were thrown about in disarray, he stood tall and grand, completely unmatched in momentum.

"What powerful Inner Qi! What fierce palm technique!"

Not far away, Shuanglong, having witnessed Jiang Dali’s move, instantly turned solemn.

"Zhong, what palm technique is that? It isn’t directly countering our Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, is it?"

"It looks similar, but not quite. If it were the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it should be Flying Dragon in the Sky, but observing the Black Wind Village Chief’s starting move, it looks like Flying Dragon in the Sky, yet the attack seems more dispersed at the moment of execution, not exactly like Flying Dragon in the Sky. I wonder what palm technique it is?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling exchanged a look, both turning solemn.

True masters reveal themselves through their first move.

Initially, they thought the Black Wind Village Chief was at best a robber leader. Even though he had gained some fame in the Martial World recently, they believed they could defeat him with their combined effort.

But now it seemed...

"Nine Ghosts of Xiliang, do you really think posing with that unfinished Sword Net Formation from Sword King Yu Junfeng will impress me?"

Just then, Jiang Dali, watching the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang harmed by his Nine Yang Marrying Robe Inner Qi, scoffed lightly with disdain, "I think you Nine Ghosts of Xiliang might as well cool down to become lonely lost souls. Now, I’ll give you two options.

Either die and become ghosts or join my Black Wind Village.

You have three breaths to decide."

"You!!"

"Black Wind Village Chief, you go too far!"

The Nine Ghosts of Xiliang desperately struggled to rise from the ground.

Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed slightly, "One breath passed."

The Nine Ghosts of Xiliang’s faces changed color, and they roared tremblingly.

"We, the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang, also have our dignity!"

"You great evil man, if you dare, kill us in front of all these heroes of the Martial World. We swear never to yield!"

The Nine Ghosts of Xiliang’s expressions were fraught with rage and grief, their heroic demeanor so touching that many onlookers from the Martial World showed sympathy, many casting hateful looks at Jiang Dali.

"I didn’t expect you nine to be such men of backbone."

Jiang Dali’s expression showed a trace of surprise, as the Golden Nine-Ring Blade on his back suddenly trembled, emitting a fiercely ominous Sword Intent.

"Well, if that’s the case, I’m honored to draw my blade to end your path!"

Hum!

The golden light blade behind him trembled with a buzzing sound.

The moment the nine rings chimed, it was as if a suona was sounding their death knell.

Jiang Dali’s eyes blazed with a terrifying intent to kill, and he sprang forward like a tiger leaping across a stream, his stout arm suddenly reaching for the hilt of his blade.

Thump, thump—

Blade in hand!

Still unsheathed!

The Nine Ghosts of Xiliang wailed as they collapsed to the ground like falling dominoes, bowing in unison.

"Wait, wait, spare us under your blade, we’re willing to join Black Wind Village!"

"Great King, wait, we were just testing whether you valued us!"

"Yes, your willingness to draw your blade for us is a great honor. We, the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang, are willing to submit!"

Jiang Dali’s palm jittered, his silhouette already closing in on three of the ghosts.

The imposing aura from the Marrying Dress Divine Skill instantly made the three ghosts pale, their foreheads sweating profusely as they tensely looked up at the unemotional Jiang Dali.

Onlooking players and some people of the Martial World couldn’t help but be astonished, soon followed by contemptuous cursing.

"Damn, those nine ghosts were so steadfast just now. I thought they were truly noble characters."