Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 315 - 262~263: The Aesthetics of Power, Explode Everything! (Monthly ticket 28/2900 additional release)

Chapter 315: 262~263: The Aesthetics of Power, Explode Everything! (Monthly ticket 28/2900 additional release)

"Thud—"

"Ah thud—!"

Three shadows violently smashed to the ground.

Feng Buping and Cheng Boyou vomited fresh blood and gasped their last breath on the spot.

One had their chest caved in, their internal organs shattered.

The other had their cervical and spine bones dislocated backwards, dying in agony like a curled shrimp.

Such a horrifying scene instantly frightened some Earth Rat Sect disciples who sensed trouble and attempted to escape.

Jiang Dali coldly scoffed, his foot suddenly striking the ground, unleashing a fierce and chilling Qi Force.

Crack crack crack—

In an instant, it was as if a piercing cold current swept across the skin.

From several mounds on the ground, muffled groans and screams soon followed.

Thud thud thud—

One by one, from the mounds, several skinny Earth Rat Sect disciples emerged like burrowing rats, all shivering and pale with fear.

"A bunch of rats, all come to me!"

Jiang Dali roared as he charged forward, his hands outstretched and fiercely grasping.

The air seemed to gather an invisible force.

In his arms, the silhouette of two dragon-shaped shadows flashed by, the dragon heads exhaling and bursting with roaring sounds.

Roar!!—

A suction force, even more intense than before, erupted instantaneously.

Szzzt—

Three feet of ground surface was violently lifted by this savage suction, the airflow sharp as a blade, deeply gouging the earth with claw marks.

Accompanied by a furious outpour of True Qi from Jiang Dali.

Several Earth Rat Sect disciples screamed as they, along with the upturned ground, were hurled towards Jiang Dali’s hands.

Bang!!

The ground burst open with a thunderous noise.

Sand and dust swirled wildly.

The Earth Rat Sect disciples were all violently sucked in by Jiang Dali in one grasp, their Inner Qi bursting out and hair flying as they screamed to the heavens.

Li Qingluo and others from Manduo Villa had just rushed to the Scripture Pavilion, shaking with fear. Li Qingluo gritted her teeth and led the charge toward the Scripture Pavilion but was intercepted by Ning Su and other Personal Guard Players, erupting into a fierce battle.

"Stop him quickly! His Inner Strength is recovering fast!"

He Biweng stared at Jiang Dali, whose expression was changing, and shouted vehemently as he charged forward.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, his strokes were straight as javelins, filled with True Qi whistling as they came, covering not only Jiang Dali but also several Earth Rat Sect disciples.

"Kill!!—"

Lu Zhangke also roared furiously as he came forward, his iron staff cleaving with suffocating ferocity, whipping up a fierce Qi Force.

Not far away, Fang Zheng was about to act but suddenly stopped, chanting a Buddhist mantra without joining the fray, evidently feeling that such an attack did not align with his monk principles.

"Hahaha, you two old fools, you’ve come at the perfect time!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, suddenly throwing two Earth Rat Sect disciples forward, his palm striking like lightning faster than sparks, hitting right on those two.

Bang!!

Their bodies trembled violently and spun towards the coming He Biweng’s brush.

"Mountain Crossing Bull Striking!?"

He Biweng’s heart chilled, fingers forming a palm, his brush painting horizontally, and just as he drew a semi-circle, the brush tip swept over the two men.

Instantly, a thunderous Qi Force burst from the bodies of the two Earth Rat Sect disciples.

Even though He Biweng was prepared, he felt the iron brush heat up, nearly flying out of his hand, and he grunted, retreating as his Qi-Blood surged.

The two Earth Rat Sect disciples screamed tragically, their bodies exploding with Blood Arrows on impact, dying instantly.

Bang!!—

At that moment, Lu Zhangke’s fierce unyielding staff clashed with Jiang Dali’s exploding dragon-shaped vortex Qi Force, emitting an unbearably dull sound.

In Jiang Dali’s palm, another Earth Rat Sect disciple was directly blasted away.

Lu Zhangke grunted, his expression one of shock as he was forced back a step, his feet deeply implanted in the ground, his iron staff buzzing and trembling, almost losing grip due to the shock, his old injuries flaring with a sweet sensation in his throat.

"This staff packs a punch!"

Even Jiang Dali felt a tingling pain in his palm, a rare experience of pain despite his expertise in Cross Training and cultivation of Divine Skills.

But this slight discomfort was quickly healed by the merging of Dharma’s Muscle Strengthening Scripture and the Nine Yang Divine Skill’s powerful recovery ability.

"Hahaha, Xuanming Two Elders truly live up to their name, got some brushes, now take another palm from me!!"

Jiang Dali roared, suddenly drawing up a third of his remaining Qi Force in his Dantian.

His form burst forth amid a dragon chant, his right palm suddenly reaching forward, slashing up, down, left, and right, his movements so fast that they were hard to discern.

In a flash, as if a four-clawed Golden Dragon shadow darted before his palm, he fiercely struck at the slightly changed Lu Zhangke.

Dragon Subduing Twenty-Eight Palm’s "Dragon in the Field" mixed with the Heavenly Dragon Seven Forms’ "Submerged Dragon Ascending!"

"Ahahah!!"

Lu Zhangke let out a hysterical yell, suddenly dropping his staff and pushing forward with both palms, his sleeves fluttering and bulging, immediately two frosty Qi Forces burst from his palms, colliding with Jiang Dali’s ferocious palm power.

This was indeed the famed Mystic Netherworld Divine Palm.

Bam Crack!

Growl!

As the palms met, the ground violently collapsed, both scorching and frosty terrifying Qi Forces immediately clashing.

"Ugh!!"

Lu Zhangke’s eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot, his face suddenly flushed, fresh blood forced to his mouth held back, crazily spilling from the corners, his entire robe fluttering as his eyes darkened.

"Heheheh!—"

Jiang Dali, on the other hand, smirked, his arms like steel bars and pillars, their muscles bulging with terrifying curvature.