Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"Distinguished guest, this steward by the ship owner's side requests to meet with you."

"The steward by the ship owner's side?"

The Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall was surprised, glanced at Jiang Dali, who was now picking up a coconut and casually piercing it with two fingers to drink, and seeing that he did not stop him, he then raised his hand and said, "Let him in."

The elder with snow-white skin showed a smile, tiptoed in, and lifted the beaded curtain.

The scene on this side immediately caught the attention of many people.

Eyes flickered and scanned frequently, and some whispered in low voices.

"Master Jiang, do you still remember me?"

After the man entered and saw Jiang Dali merely glancing at him sideways, he immediately bowed respectfully, his voice sharp as he chuckled.

Jiang Dali filled his throat with coconut juice and gulped it down with a "gurgle," finishing the coconut.

Then he coldly scanned the man, snapped the coconut like crushing someone's skull, and while digging out the flesh to eat, he stared at the man whose facial muscles were gradually tensing up and said, "Since you yourself claim to be a 'lowly one,' do you think I remember you or not? Are you testing my memory?"

The man's tailbone chilled, his scalp tingled, and he hastily responded with a compensatory smile, "No, no, no, I wouldn't dare, how could I dare! It was my presumption to have offended you.

I am here per my master's wishes to visit, but I don't know why Master Jiang has come here this time. What is the affair about?

If there's anything you need help with, errands you need run, you only need to give the word!"

Jiang Dali frowned, "What? I come here to have a drink and eat something, is your master afraid I won't pay or that I'll carry off the whole ship? Even coming here to question what I'm doing?"

Saying this, Jiang Dali glared fiercely, "Can't I board the ship to rest my feet!?"

"No, no, Master Jiang, please do not misunderstand."

The man's heart thudded nervously, cold sweat stuck his clothes to his back; he absolutely did not expect that this visit would suddenly escalate to this extent.

He had hardly said a few words and seemed to have already angered the lord before him, which was greatly detrimental to his master's intentions.

Immediately disregarding much else, he tensely said, "Back at Little Mirror Lake, my master once played 'The River is Red' for you, Master Jiang, and gave you a token of remembrance. Have you forgotten?"

Having said these words, he inwardly lamented, his eyes filled with hope as he stared intensely at Jiang Dali.

Without clarifying the other party's intentions, revealing that his master was also on board, he was certainly going to be punished in various ways later.

But compared to the consequences of angering the Black Wind Village Chief, the present desperate measure seemed the only viable option.

At this point, he could only hope that the Black Wind Village Chief had come here by coincidence; that would be the best situation.

Bewildered by this thought, the man was also startled within his heart.

Before meeting the Black Wind Village Chief, he thought he could speak confidently for a while.

But upon truly seeing the other party, for some reason, he was so intimidated that he got nervous, speaking incoherently, losing his usual composure.

He remembered that when he first met the Black Wind Village Chief, he was not in such a state; it can only be said that the Black Wind Village Chief had become even more terrifying and formidable.

"Little Mirror Lake played 'The River is Red' for me? And gave me a token of remembrance?"

Jiang Dali suddenly changed his expression, and a person came to mind, "Is it her!?"

Just then, his panel also vibrated concurrently, bringing a new prompt.

Seeing Jiang Dali's expression as if he had remembered, the man's face lit up with joy, about to speak.

But at that moment, a strange, drifting laugh suddenly sounded within the ship, ringing in everyone's ears, as if the person laughing was right beside each person.

"Hehehe... It seems I, the Heavenly Demoness, have arrived first this time. Has that ox-nosed He Taichong from Kunlun arrived yet?"

The people on the ship were startled when they heard the three words "Heavenly Demoness," immediately looking around with surprise, but they only heard the voice and did not see the person, which inevitably put them on high alert and caused shock.

"Revolving Demonic Sound?"

Jiang Dali frowned and threw away the crushed fragments of coconut in his hand, feeling puzzled.

He never expected that he was merely looking for a merchant ship to rest his feet and enjoy some tea, and yet he had so coincidentally encountered an acquaintance.

And it appeared that something had happened here, even involving He Taichong, the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect.

As everyone was searching around, a clear and piercing howl came from the shore towards them.

They saw three figures executing an exquisite movement technique, leaping high into the air as gracefully as dragons. As they were about to land on the water's surface, they managed to spin mid-air without the aid of any objects, immediately gaining height.

Even spiraling upward more than a dozen feet before diving towards the boat.

Such an exceptional qinggong had everyone on the boat, including some Martial World people, loudly cheering in admiration.

"What superb qinggong, that must be the Kunlun Sect's ultimate 'Cloud Dragon Three Twists'!"

The Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall boomed next to Jiang Dali.

They saw the three Kunlun Sect figures descend and then spring up again, crossing a distance of forty to fifty feet in the blink of an eye, tumbling and flipping aboard the ship.

One of them was even carrying a female figure on his back and placed her carefully beside him on the boat, resembling a statue.

While the crowd looked on curiously, an old man with three tufts of beard turned angrily towards the vast night and shouted, "Heavenly Demoness, come all of you out! What wrong has this Snow Mountain Sect disciple done to you, to use such a vicious Martial Arts as the 'Sealing Technique' on her?"

Hearing the words "Sealing Technique," some of the Martial World people around gasped, looking at the seemingly unharmed and pretty Snow Mountain Sect female disciple with a look of regret.

Those affected by the "Sealing Technique" seem alright on the surface, but in reality, their "Blood-cutting Reverse Meridian" had been activated, which would result in a tragic death with the slightest external force.

It seemed this Snow Mountain Sect female disciple was also in a dire situation.

"Has the Kunlun Sect gotten into a conflict with some practitioners of the Evil Path? The Snow Mountain Sect disciple caught in the crossfire?"

Jiang Dali pondered the situation but maintained an attitude of watching an interesting show.

Simultaneously, the laugh of the Heavenly Demoness, accompanied by her Revolving Demonic Sound echoed again within the ship.

The laughter was like demonic music infiltrating the brain, an irresistible vibration in everyone's ears that made their heads dizzy and their skins crawl.

"He Taichong, stop pretending here. You've dared to pick such a big fight this time. Prepare to die here, has the Kunlun Sect already arranged your next Sect Leader? Ah? Hahaha..."

Jiang Dali frowned and glanced at Wang Yuyan next to him, who seemed to be trying to block out the demonic sound by stuffing her ears. He lost his patience and slammed the table as he bellowed, "Heavenly Demoness! Laugh at your own mother! Your laugh is as unpleasant as an old hen's! Shut your mouth!!"

With that shout, Jiang Dali's voice was initially like a thunderclap from the clear sky, vibrating the plates and cups on the table to jump and tremor, directly shattering the sonic field of the Revolving Demonic Sound.

Then his voice roared even stronger, thunderous like a volley of cannons, the sound blasts vibrating as if the entire merchant ship was shaking, creating an alarming momentum.

The Heavenly Demoness, who had been laughing, was initially enraged when her sound was interrupted but immediately turned pale with shock and disbelief, hesitating to speak back recklessly.

At the same time.

Dark shadows flickered in the darkness, the figures of devils and demons appeared, each displaying expressions of horror and shock.

A name that even they, such wild villains, drew a cold breath at appeared in their minds — Black Wind Village Chief!!

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