Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 569 - 0466: Defeat is as swift as a collapsing mountain; the air is filled with the scent of blood and fire (Extra - 5 for monthly tickets)

Chapter 569: 0466: Defeat is as swift as a collapsing mountain; the air is filled with the scent of blood and fire (Extra Chapter 5 for monthly tickets)

Roar!!!

A startling dragon roar stunned the entire arena, almost merging with the palm force of Xiao Feng, who was pursuing Zhu Xiawu from the other side, creating the Heavenly Dragon Sound.

"Ha!"

Xiao Feng’s eyebrows shot up as he bellowed, unleashing a Golden Dragon empowered by Heaven and Earth Power and the strength of the Yin God from his palms. It soared out, overturning men and horses, and crashed toward Zhu Xiawu, who was fleeing through the crowd.

On Jiang Dali’s side, a giant dragon made of dust and corpses accompanied his ferocious double palm strikes, hurtling toward the pale-faced Yan Kuangtu with unparalleled violence.

Boom, boom!

In a life and death state, his power erupted with such ferocity that his clothing inflated like sails in a gust, and his Iron Nail Bracelet cracked and strained as though it would burst.

"How can this brat suddenly unleash such terrifying power? Is he not afraid of blowing himself up?!"

Yan Kuangtu gritted his teeth as he roared, knowing it was too late to dodge. He shouted and halted, drawing Inner Breath into his tail bone, rising through the arm joints, ascending from the Jiaji and Double Barrier to the Heavenly Pillar and King Pillow, finally returning to the Mud Pill Palace at the top of the head. In an instant, his tongue pressed against his groin as his Inner Breath dropped below, passing through the Shenting and Magpie Bridge to Chonglou, after which, following Yellow Court and Qi Xue, it was drawn into the Dantian.

This instant circulation of inner strength, though seemingly slow, was actually as fast as a spark from flint.

It took but a moment!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Kuangtu had completed a full cycle, his momentum intensifying to the extreme.

His eyes gleamed brightly, his body surging with immense Yang God Power, he suddenly took a step forward.

Boom!

The ground shook, and the surrounding world seemed to dissolve into nothingness. His terrifying inner strength combined with the power of Heaven and Earth to form a vortex, continuously drawn in by the acupoints all over his body. In Jiang Dali’s shaken Spiritual Sense, it became a fearsome ’black hole’!

At that moment!

Yan Kuangtu was a black hole.

A black hole seizing the power of creation from Heaven and Earth.

Bang, bang! His palms turned the color of black gold, fingers stretched wide as he struck out fiercely.

Mystic Sky Black Gold Palm!

The two streams of True Qi, like dragons or tumultuous waves, turned into a tornado, the vortex expanding rapidly as it fiercely struck the approaching giant dragon.

In that split second, an immense tide of Heavenly Human Communication and Daoist Natural Qi Fortune surged forth.

Rumble!

A thunderous blast shook Heaven and Earth, exploding in the air.

Those nearby who were close to the two combatants were instantly swept away by the violent ring-shaped shockwave, screaming as they were flipped and knocked to the ground.

Heaven and Earth dimmed!

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Dragon-shaped Energy collapsed into smithereens against Yan Kuangtu’s world-shattering palm force...

"Ah!"

Yan Kuangtu bellowed, his arms creaking as if electrified, ready to burst and shatter, terribly painful.

With a shout, he used the force to leap up, moving more than a meter and a half in the air, and abruptly landing three meters away.

Unable to control his heavy crash to the ground, he dragged a several-meter-long trench in the earth, feeling as if lightning had struck his chest, blood streaming from his mouth as he stared incredulously at Jiang Dali, who had also been forced back three steps.

Thud, thud, thud!

Numerous corpses and sand fell like dumplings all around.

Above Jiang Dali’s head, a mocking "-250" damage appeared.

His body rattled from the gale-force Qi Force as his clothes completely shredded, revealing his powerfully built physique underneath.

His body was incredibly sturdy, like an ancient, unmovable statue, radiating a towering and fierce presence.

Amidst his shock and awe, Yan Kuangtu heard a joyous laughter piercing his ears:

"Hahaha... Yan Kuangtu, Yan Kuangtu, once the number one man of the two realms beside the Yangtze River, is this the extent of your strength?"

"You..."

Yan Kuangtu’s eyes glared furiously, a nameless rage filling his chest.

But in an instant, his mind cleared, considering that the other party might be goading him.

That clarity brought pain flooding to his chest and arms.

Beyond the pain, he felt something even more agonizing.

Before, he had feared nothing, not knowing what fear was—but after the battle at Mount Wuyi, where he suffered terrible internal and external injuries that nearly ended his life on the spot, he had to hide and not show his face, exhausting his strength and hiding away for countless days just to recover a little...

—And now he was injured again!

His chest had been severely hit by the Qi Force.

It was eerily similar to the old wound when Shao Liu Lei’s sword had pierced through his back, as if both the old and new wounds were throbbing in pain simultaneously.

This "pain" was unbearable.

Suddenly, Yan Kuangtu felt a familiar sensation—escape!

He had been a man who would rather die in battle than flee.

But if he hadn’t escaped back then, he wouldn’t be alive today.

—He still wanted to live!

Fear diminished his power.

Instantly, he let out a shrill cry, flinging a flurry of fingers toward Jiang Dali, who seemed as ferocious as a tiger or wolf.

Whiz, whiz, whiz—

Finger Wind swirled like a raging tide, turning into Sword Qi, shooting at Jiang Dali from all directions.

"Black Wind Village Chief, don’t be presumptuous, there are still those in this world who can restrain you. When I too have mastered the Vajra Unbreakable Zen Skill, I will come back to take revenge on you!"

Yan Kuangtu’s Qinggong was excellent, just like his Martial Arts, once he took off, no one could catch him.

He stomped on the ground, and his body instantly spun up a whirlwind, kicking up dust, and swiftly broke through the crowd to flee.

Jiang Dali feigned a few steps of pursuit, then abruptly stopped and stamped the ground, his face flushed slightly red, his eyes bloodshot even more.

He immediately inhaled deeply, calming the raging True Qi within his body, feeling as if every inch of his meridians were snapping apart with each movement, a agony so profound it could be compared to opening the chest and cutting the lungs.

The pain was so intense, it far exceeded the calm he exhibited on the surface.

It was not only the shock and tearing of his own meridians caused by the sudden burst of power in a life-and-death state but also because he had been struck by Yan Kuangtu’s Mystic Sky Black Gold Palm.

"Mystic Sky Black Gold Palm" was an extremely formidable Palm Technique, originally a form of torture used to coerce confessions.

Yet, this Palm Technique had been brought to life by Yan Kuangtu, using it as an ordinary move. To be struck by it was as painful as thousands of cuts and lacerations, unbearable for any hero.

If Jiang Dali had not been the one enduring it, any other would have already kneeled in defeat by now.

However, Jiang Dali, with his bones of iron, still stood tall at this moment.

Even with beads of sweat the size of beans forming on his forehead, and even though his body was in an extremely weakened state at this point, he did not utter a single cry.

His eyes glinted like the sun and moon, lightning fast, as he looked towards Zhu Xiawu, who was fighting Xiao Feng at the Water Fort Entrance.

His tendons and bones roared like thunder, taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and he pursued eagerly like a tiger.

It had not even been two breaths since he had given chase.

When he heard a blood-curdling, miserable scream.

Zhu Xiawu’s towering figure was struck by Xiao Feng’s Kanglong Youhui, like being hit by a heavy hammer, his whole skeleton shattered inch by inch, and he tumbled to the ground like collapsing mountains and falling pillars.

Wang Yuyan, riding the Demon Hawk midair, let out a sigh of relief, releasing an inexplicable tension upon seeing this.

When Jiang Dali arrived, he saw Zhu the Great King, previously full of authority and might, now prostrate on the ground, with disheveled hair, looking up at him, his mouth bloody as he let out a bitter smile.

"Heh heh heh, Black Wind Village Chief. You’re formidable... you’re formidable, the Song State Green Forest is yours now, the Song Kingdom’s underworld is yours too...

You truly deserve to be the number one figure in the Song Kingdom’s underworld, I’ve already lost, but you can’t kill me yet."

"Great King!"

On the other side, Water King and Fire King, who were attacking Qianluo Mountain City, were both thrown into turmoil and tried to escape.

But at this moment, they were tightly entangled by Poisonous Hand Qianluo and Duan Yu, who appeared from nowhere, the two kings facing repeated injuries in the onslaught.

Even the other members of the Water Fort looked terrified at this moment, wanting to gather and attack in a group, yet deeply fearing Jiang Dali’s strength.

"I can’t kill you?"

Jiang Dali, staring at the pitiful and wretched Zhu Xiawu, suppressed the severe pain inside and sneered coldly, "Then you must give me a suitable reason."

"Because I am the Divine Catcher of Great Song. I had already prepared for the worst before confronting you..."

Zhu Xiawu’s body spasmed in pain, his mouth constantly dripping fresh blood as he spoke through a cold breath, "I also have a broad network in the Great Song Court; if you kill me, your life in Great Song will become very difficult, you know Huang Shang, right? Heh heh heh... if you kill me, Huang Shang will not let you off."

"The Emperor?"

Jiang Dali furrowed his brow, realizing, "The creator of the Nine Yin Scripture, Huang Shang? Could he still be alive?"

Zhu Xiawu grinned, "Of course... you don’t know, the world is much more terrifying than you think.

Your rise to power was too fast; your foundation is still shallow, there are many things you just don’t know.

So, you can’t kill me, you even need me, we can cooperate, like we did when we conspired against Li Chenzhou."

Xiao Feng frowned, looking at Jiang Dali, but then held his tongue.

"It seems you know a lot. Truly worthy of being Zhu the Great King. Those with the surname Zhu are very impressive, just the formidable ones I know number five or six."

Jiang Dali stared at Zhu Xiawu and suddenly let out a snicker, "Since you don’t want to die, of course, I can fulfill your wish.

Actually, I never intended to kill you now; keeping you alive, I have big plans for you."

With that, he raised his head, looking up into the sky towards Wang Yuyan, who was floating and looking down.

"Benefactor, will you truly not kill him?"

Xiao Feng couldn’t contain himself and reminded deeply, "This man, after laying dormant for so many years, even joined forces with Yan Kuangtu, the old senior, just to deal with you. He almost managed to escape just now."

Jiang Dali looked at Xiao Feng in surprise, then burst into hearty laughter, so hard that his chest shook with pain, coughing out a mouthful of fresh blood, "Iron Brother, you did well. It seems after everything you’ve been through, you have finally become less kind-hearted than before, and you’re right, being merciful to an enemy is actually cruelty to oneself.

But of course, I won’t be too merciful to him."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhu Xiawu suddenly panicked, realizing something was amiss.

"Do what a victor should do."

Jiang Dali’s fingers shot out, enveloping Qi Xue points all over Zhu Xiawu’s body.

Blood immediately seeped out from Zhu Xiawu’s iron-carved chest.

All the strength in his body quieted as the Qi Xue were sealed.

Zhu the Great King suddenly felt as though his bones turned cold, one by one.

He only saw the bright moon in the sky, the clear radiance like water, the flood of silverlight, and he realized there was nowhere left to escape.

A gust of River Wind blew by, carrying the scent of blood and fire, the sounds of retreat and escape of scared brothers nearby, the unwilling roars of the Double God, no longer possessing their former glory and excitement.

Defeat was like a mountain collapsing!

When exactly had he lost?

Was it behind the scenes against Li Chenzhou, or when cooperating with the recently risen Black Wind Village Chief?

Or perhaps it was today?

Zhu Xiawu sighed deeply in his heart and closed his eyes as strong as iron.

He accepted his fate.

Now, even self-termination of the heart meridian was impossible; what else could he do but accept his fate?

Fortunately, this wasn’t disgraceful; being defeated by someone not even Yan Kuangtu, the number one person of the Yangtze River, could deal with, falling to a powerful adversary who killed his lifetime enemy Li Chenzhou – he should have no regrets...

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