"Escaped...The Master of Tyrant Hall escaped?"
"There seems to be something wrong with him; his aura is very chaotic, like the state of someone whose cultivation technique has backfired."
As they watched the Master of Tyrant Hall, with his ragged clothes, flee down the mountain, such a scene instantly dumbfounded the players from the Bloodthirsty Guild like Re Xueqie, who had just been looking for an opportunity to make a move.
The Master of Tyrant Hall, who had been so domineering on his arrival, was now actually fleeing?
Fleeing in panic despite having an arm severed?
Was all the domineering talk he boasted earlier just empty words?
The players from Black Wind Village nearby, who had been sweating bullets just moments ago, all burst into cheers, overcome with joy at the sight.
"Stay where you are! Demon Hawk!"
While ordinary players were unclear about the current state of the Master of Tyrant Hall, Jiang Dali was keenly aware and immediately let out a long whistle, shaking the entire air with his voice.
Instantly, the Demon Hawk swooped down from the sky, heading straight for the Master of Tyrant Hall.
He also charged forward in great strides, rapidly pursuing his target.
"Attack together!! This Black Wind Village Chief has also been hit by a Poison Needle!"
Re Xueqie clenched his teeth and shouted loudly.
In this situation, it was time to move in, ready or not.
As one of the experts from the Bloodthirsty Guild roared and charged, a flash of golden Sword Light descended.
The terrifying Sword Intent instantly dominated the mind.
That player felt darkness before his eyes, his chest stifling, and before he could respond, turned into white light and disappeared.
All the other players who charged in met a similar fate.
Jiang Dali, holding a large saber, spun like a windmill as he charged through, the Saber Qi and Strong Wind he stirred up surrounding his body like a giant golden Tornado of Gang Wind, emitting a terrifyingly sharp, whistling sound.
Wherever he passed, members of the Bloodthirsty Guild fell like harvested wheat, disappearing in flashes of white light.
Watching this scene, the players from Black Wind Village were all boiling with excitement, each of them struggling violently, screaming and shouting as their veins bulged with bloodlust.
"You bunch from the Bloodthirsty Guild, eat our Village Chief’s ’Love’s Spin’!"
"This is the ’Mountain Village’s Magic Power Tornado’, a killer move our Village Chief seldom uses!"
"giaogiaogiao! Black Wind Village dominates all, Black Wind Four Villages let loose the waves, Black Wind Village Chief Xiang Dangdang!"
The sound of swords piercing flesh.
The sound of blood splattering.
All these sounds entered the ears, composing a blood battle song of the Martial World!
Blood scattered in the air, their own, and that of their brothers at their side.
Only blood can evoke the primal beast and hatred within a person. Other things might, but nothing does so as directly as blood.
Yet, blood can also instill fear.
Only now did all the players from the Bloodthirsty Guild truly understand what fear was, what a terrifying strength was, as the blood in their veins turned cold due to fear.
So this was the pressure that the Master of Tyrant Hall had faced—the fight was against such a formidable opponent.
The mere release of his Sword Intent could intimidate their spirits, leaving them no choice but to await their executions.
But at the same time, a furious roar sounded from the Demon Hawk ahead.
Jiang Dali roared violently and leapt toward the mountain path.
In his peripheral vision, he only saw a cloud of black, needle-like Hidden Weapons explode, injuring the Demon Hawk, which then sharply ascended.
In that moment of delay, the Master of Tyrant Hall, Ting Shui, had already finished dispersing his power; he turned around laughing loudly, with half of his mask shattered, revealing a pale cheek and blood at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the charging Jiang Dali, his gaze was resolute and ice-cold.
"Every man is bound to make a few foolish mistakes in life; my greatest folly was being too arrogant, underestimating you. But there won’t be a next time, luckily... we both have the opportunity for a next time."
As he spoke, the Master of Tyrant Hall let out an enraged shout, and with a palm wrapped in immense force, he struck down toward his own head.
"I won’t let you die! Even the Heavenly King can’t take your life!"
Jiang Dali let out an angry shout, raised both hands, and, as the cold light flickered, four iron cones, divided into two waves, attacked towards the Master of Tyrant Hall’s body. The heavy iron cones could offset some of the influence of the air currents and were more stable than Flying Knives, arriving almost instantly.
The Master of Tyrant Hall laughed coldly, his gaze mocking as he didn’t even look at the iron cones that almost blinked onto his hands and body. Instead, he suddenly lunged forward to meet them, his palm still descending.
However, at that moment, Jiang Dali also began to laugh.
The tinkling sound of metal rang out.
As the four iron cones nearly arrived together, they were suddenly affected by some mysterious force, repelling each other as if they were magnets, dispersing in different directions.
The Master of Tyrant Hall was stunned, his heart filled with alarm.
Two of the iron cones hit the acupoints on his left wrist.
In an instant, the skin on his wrist split open, blood flowed out.
The Master of Tyrant Hall’s palm grew numb, and when it finally hit his head, it was powerless, only causing his Qi-Blood, which was nearly depleted, to stir slightly before finally leaving a trace amount intact without completely bottoming out.
And in that instant, Jiang Dali’s colossal body lunged forward like a Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain, killing like the Divine Dragon emerging from the water, his large hand viciously grasping.
Quicker than lightning, insidious and unforeseeable, it carried an intimidating momentum.
The heart of the Master of Tyrant Hall jolted; his mind exploded like thunder, his body depriving of strength. Even with his Martial Arts intact, could he resist an opponent like Jiang Dali, the Black Wind Village Chief, at Big Boss Level?
He had barely thought of moving.
When Jiang Dali’s mountainous hand-shadow descended with a whoosh, resounding through the air, the whole world seemed to shrink and collapse upon him.
The next moment, under the gaze of countless astonished onlookers, the Master of Tyrant Hall was gripped by the neck by Jiang Dali, who used the One Yang Finger to hit his acupoints, rendering him immobile.