Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 81: When the tree falls, the macaques scatter

Chapter 81: When the tree falls, the macaques scatter

The fierce wind made the trees howl furiously.

Raindrops fell like a barrage of sand, dampening the uneven cobblestone mountain path.

Swift blades sliced through the rain like lightning, moving at a breakneck speed.

The chilling sound of steel entering flesh rose, taking several lives in its wake.

Among them, a few turned into white lights and vanished, while two others fell to the ground never to rise again as their blood was swiftly washed away by the rain.

Dozens of eyes, filled with anger and frustration, glared out from the forest along the nearby mountain path, landing on the figure in purple wielding a curved blade, spewing curses of all sorts.

"Hehehe..."

Heartbroken Little Knife pointed his blade with disdain, following Vice Hall Master Feng Ying’s psychological tactics, deliberately mocking in response, "Blame only yourselves for having a cowardly village chief in Black Wind Village. He hasn’t shown himself yet, a real disappointment.

If Vice Hall Master Feng hadn’t generously given you time, I’d already be storming up the mountain to slaughter you all!"

"Remember, you have just one last day to leave, to leave Black Wind Village.

After one day, we will occupy the four mountain villages of Black Wind Village, and those who stand in my way will die!"

With a rustling swish, the figure in purple vanished as Heartbroken Little Knife vaulted onto his horse and rode away with a wild laugh, leaving behind the corpses of the bandits soaked in blood, with no one daring to descend the mountain to retrieve them.

...

At this moment, atop Chongfeng Mountain Village, a sub-branch of Black Wind Village, Wu Yunhong raged like a furious tigress on the verge of exploding.

"Bastards! Utter bastards! Why are we cowering within the village when the enemy is knocking at our door? Why aren’t we fighting back?

I’m not like those spineless men, Feng Sihai and Xiong Ba. Today, I must go down the mountain and finish off these excessive scoundrels."

Her two confidants immediately tried to dissuade her, "Squad Leader, you must not! General Jiang has clearly stated that the enemy likely has at least two experts from the Outer Qi Realm. It would be perilous for you to go down the mountain."

"Moreover, Squad Leader, you are well aware of the General Tribe Chief’s temperament. If you act without orders, the General Tribe Chief is certain to punish you upon his return. And... Squad Leader, you are not cowardly either, why insist on proving yourself?"

"Bastards!"

Wu Yunhong glared furiously and roared back, "Are you the Squad Leader, or am I? How dare you instruct me on what to do?"

Both confidants silenced themselves as if struck by cold.

Wu Yunhong breathed heavily, huffing and puffing.

Thinking of that man’s resolute and fierce manner of doing things, she took a deep breath and quelled the thought of descending the mountain.

"I don’t need to go down the mountain. That lout said he was going into seclusion to cultivate but sneaked out instead.

If he doesn’t return by tomorrow, the enemy will not reason with us before attacking the mountain.

Then I will be fighting, and it won’t be defiance!"

Though she spoke these words, beneath Wu Yunhong’s tough and crude exterior, her heart, not quite so crude, was filled with worry.

The enemy approached with overwhelming momentum, with someone among them reputed to have an Immortal Body.

If one were to speak of natural and man-made disasters, this would be the greatest of human calamities.

The current situation in the Black Wind Four Villages was fraught with panic and peril.

Even if Jiang Dali returned tomorrow, it was uncertain whether he could withstand such a formidable enemy.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yunhong found herself not wanting Jiang Dali to return.

However, most things in this world do not change according to one’s wishes.

Just like the relentless rain from the sky, it would not stop for the dislike of any one person...

At this very moment, Jiang Dali was riding atop the mutated Demon Hawk, racing back with the speed of lightning.

The relentless heavy rain continued to pour.

It pummeled the earth as if churning vast waves of white water.

The skies over the Black Wind Four Villages were an oppressively dark mass.

All the players who joined Black Wind Village, including the native bandits, felt an unprecedented level of torment and pressure.

Many people already knew that the village chief Jiang Dali was not in the mountain village, and was on his way back.

But this did not prevent people’s hearts from gradually dispersing under pressure.

Tyrant Hall had merely deployed around fifty men, yet they managed to slaughter the forces of Black Wind Four Villages to the point where they didn’t dare descend the mountain.

Players saw on the forums that according to All-Knowing’s analysis and statistics, this time Tyrant Hall’s nearly fifty men were almost all experts in the Gathering Power Realm.

Among them, Heartbroken Little Knife and Vice Hall Master Feng Ying, were likely already experts in the External Energy Realm.

In addition, there was a mysterious player suspected to be in the Inner Qi Realm who had yet to make a move.

With such a lineup, even if village chief Jiang Dali returned, he might not be able to gain any advantage.

Therefore, now that quite a few brothers had been killed or injured over ten times, everyone in Black Wind Village was exhausted in both body and mind.

There were already quite a few players who began to waver under the influence of those with ulterior motives and public opinion, and chose to leave Black Wind Village.

After these players left Black Wind Village and descended the mountain, they indeed were no longer pursued or ambushed by Tyrant Hall. Many of them were relieved and yet also dejected, bursting into tears of mixed emotions.

...

"According to the information observed and collected by our brothers implanted within the mountain village, it seems that Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali is truly not in the village, and it is unknown where he went, but he is definitely on his way back now."

Near a mountain hollow, a player from Tyrant Hall respectfully spoke to a female figure who was darting about within the hollow faster than lightning.

The woman sharply exclaimed and suddenly moved, appearing like a ghost in front of the subordinate, her hands fluttering like plucking flowers, suddenly scattering -- and immediately the surrounding raindrops were repelled.

"Vice Hall Master!"

The quick-witted subordinate rushed forward to hold an umbrella over the woman.

"Since Jiang Dali is on his way back, then let’s spread the word that we, Tyrant Hall, will attack Black Wind Village tomorrow. Then we’ll guard all paths leading to Black Wind Village. As soon as we find Jiang Dali returning, we’ll go straight for the kill!

Once Jiang Dali dies, there’ll be no need for Black Wind Four Villages to exist. We must use this battle to showcase our strength to all forces in the Martial World."

"Yes!——"

...

Time is the most heart-wrenching of all silent weapons.

After a day.

The number of players who could not endure any longer and chose to leave Black Wind Village was increasing.

This world is ultimately cruel and pragmatic.

Many are willing to share good fortune, but very few are willing to share misfortune.

When Black Wind Village was prosperous, it was pursued by thousands, just like the initial curiosity, benefits, glory, and pride that Black Wind Village brought to the players.

But when Black Wind Village was in peril, like eggs in a threatened nest, the saying "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter" truly manifested.

Especially when Tyrant Hall made it known that they would first attack the main village of Black Wind Village, it brought even greater psychological pressure.

Even Second Master Xiong Ba had secretly prepared his valuables, ready to flee if the situation turned dire.

At the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

The light drizzle falling like a sieve was continuous, causing a dreary and tedious atmosphere.

Nearly fifty members of Tyrant Hall gathered there, dressed in matching black Strong Clothes, their faces cold as they stared at the fog-enshrouded Black Wind Mountain, as if they could see the many anxious, nervous, and fearful faces above.

"Are we still waiting? I don’t think there’s a need to wait anymore. You take people up the mountain and slaughter Black Wind Village; I’ll wait down here for Black Wind Village Chief to return. But now there’s no news; perhaps I won’t have to wait for his return before Black Wind Village is gone."

Heartbroken Little Knife leaned lazily against a tree, his Curved Blade hanging askew at his waist.

The smile on his face was as casual as his posture, relaxed and unconcerned.

Feng Ying sat inside a black sedan chair, seemingly cultivating his Inner Strength with his eyes closed, and without even opening his eyes, he said indifferently, "We’ve waited two days, and we’re not in a hurry for this short while longer. As soon as he comes back, the brothers keeping watch on the path ahead will notice immediately."

"There’s an eagle swooping down."

Suddenly, someone pointed towards the sky, and all the people instinctively looked up. When they noticed the dark and dangerous name tag, everyone was startled, their expressions exploding with shock and amazement.

"Black Wind Village Chief?"

"He didn’t take the eastern path, nor the southwest or northern paths, he... he actually descended from the sky!"