Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 316 - 262~263: The Aesthetics of Power, Explode Everything! (Monthly ticket 28/2900 additional release)_2

Chapter 316: 262~263: The Aesthetics of Power, Explode Everything! (Monthly ticket 28/2900 additional release)_2

Lu Zhangke’s arms gradually bent under the pressure, and his bones emitted cracking sounds as if they couldn’t bear the weight any longer; his face reddened almost to the point of bleeding.

"Brother Master!!"

He Biweng shouted and charged over, his palms flashing like lightning as they landed on Lu Zhangke’s back, instantly releasing a burst of intense Inner Qi as assistance.

"No!! Don’t!! Ahh!"

Lu Zhangke screamed in his heart, utterly unable to prevent it. The Inner Qi he had always kept guarded within his body was hammered by this blast from He Biweng, instantly causing it to surge forward like a violent flood toward Jiang Dali.

Boom!—

His arms straightened in an instant, and the chill and fierce palm power invaded Jiang Dali.

In a flash, Jiang Dali’s arms were covered in a layer of freezing frost, even the hairs on his hands were frozen stiff.

"Good! Well done!!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, fully unleashing the absorbing features of "Beiming Divine Skill" and "Absorption Star Technique", frantically devouring and absorbing the incoming Inner Qi.

The freezing Inner Qi surged into his body, causing his meridians to throb painfully, his entire body ice-cold, and his clothing coated in frost.

However, at the same time, a sea of icy True Qi burst out from Jiang Dali’s Lower Elixir Field, co-opting this frosty Inner Qi for his own.

The intense True Qi from his Central Elixir Field swept out, radiating an ardent and masculine warmth like a furnace, dispelling the chill throughout his body.

"Ugh! Ah!—"

"No!! Noo!"

Lu Zhangke and He Biweng both felt as if their souls were being sucked away, their eyes brimming with tears from the unbearable pain, helplessly watching as the Inner Qi they had cultivated for many years was rapidly drawn out of their bodies.

"Amitabha Buddha!!"

Just then, Fang Zheng suddenly bellowed, his face taking on an angry Vajra expression, upright and unyielding, as he came at them with his Vajra Pestle raised.

The pestle struck like a massive python at the point where the palms of the two sides met.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed coldly, and with a sudden twitch of his palm, he struck out fiercely, landing a powerful blow just inches from the incoming pestle.

A bizarre gust of palm wind, its force unparalleled, erupted forth.

Bang!!

Fang Zheng’s Vajra Pestle was knocked away, but with an adroit change mid-course, he immediately swept it toward Jiang Dali’s lower body, the heavy weapon moving as nimbly as a Spiritual Snake in his hands.

"Well done, monk!"

Jiang Dali suddenly sank his stance and stabbed his legs out into a horse stance.

In an instant, the muscles of his thighs and calves bulged, causing his pants to burst at the seams, while a thunderous roar like that of dragons and tigers erupted from within his muscles and bones.

Bang!!—

The Vajra Pestle struck Jiang Dali’s rear leg, rebounding with a muffled thud.

But in that moment, Jiang Dali’s body trembled, feeling a profound and acute pain in his leg.

"Ah!!—"

Just then, the Xuanming Two Elders screamed, seizing the moment when Jiang Dali’s momentum faltered. Despite the severe internal injuries, they forcibly severed their True Qi and shook off his palm.

Pfft, pfft—

Both spat blood violently, staggered backward a dozen steps, and rolled up into a ball.

Woom!—

Fang Zheng’s sleeves flared dramatically as he swung the Vajra Pestle back down. In an unbroken sequence of movements, not a fraction of a second was wasted, as he aimed it straight for Jiang Dali’s chest.

"You’ve successfully angered me!"

Jiang Dali suddenly roared, making full use of the robust Inner Strength he had just absorbed.

The True Qi from his Lower Elixir Field and Central Elixir Field suddenly merged and surged together.

Ice and fire, a double extreme!

An aura of imminent destruction rose from him, instantly turning the ground beneath his feet half charred and dry, and half covered in frost.

Jiang Dali howled, his cloak snapping taut behind him, his True Qi crackling around his body, his presence radiating out in every direction, his bones snapping and cracking, and in a flash, he seemed to have grown three feet taller, becoming a massive hulk, his muscles bulging as if a Vajra had descended to the earth.

Bang bang bang!

The Iron Nail Bracelets on his hands burst open, sending nails flying in every direction.

Clang—a thunderous noise!

The Vajra Pestle struck squarely against his chest, which was now high and rounded like a small hill of iron, emitting a terrifying metallic tremor, yet failing to move him in the slightest.

All around, exclamations and gasps of shock arose.

From the shadows, the gazes of those secretly observing were shocked, and any small thoughts they harbored were promptly dispersed.

Fang Zheng, holding the Vajra Pestle with an angry expression, was also wide-eyed with horror. His heart jolted as if struck by lightning, disbelievingly lifting his head to look at the towering, fearsome figure emanating an intense aura before him.

Jiang Dali’s aura was wild and cold, and he lowered his head.

His gaze, solid and cold, pierced through the Sword Light, hitting Fang Zheng’s face directly, causing his skin to burn with pain.

He grinned, and his hand suddenly reached out for the Vajra Pestle.

Fang Zheng’s face turned red as he exerted strength in his arms.

But in the next moment, Jiang Dali’s arm muscles flexed, and with a tremor, the pestle moved, and Fang Zheng screamed as his entire body was hoisted into the air.

"Strength!!"

Jiang Dali bellowed, his left fist suddenly clenched.

A tyrannical Energy burst forth, causing his whole body to crackle violently, his clothes ripping apart piece by piece, revealing a brawny and magnificent body beneath that seemed as unyielding as an ancient statue, exuding an indestructible aura.

Boom!

He threw a vicious punch!

Whizz—

The compressed air exploded, emitting a sharp, piercing shriek.

"Ah!!"

Fang Zheng’s eyebrows twitched violently, he released a loud shout and let go, his palms swiftly moving to meet the blow, forming a barricade chest high, with palms slightly turned out, quickly transforming into the color of Xuan jade in the blink of an eye, seemingly wreathed in a faint white Qi around his fingers, his expression becoming as solemn as that of an ancient Buddha.

Bang!!

Fist met palm.