"Quite the Extreme Emotion!"
Jiang Dali’s eyes were full of sword light, and his thoughts and spiritual energy were entirely consumed by Sword Intent and Sword Sound.
In such a setting and with such imaginations, he felt as though he was mistaken for being in the midst of a sea of Sword Qi, as if he was about to be torn into fragments.
In the face of crisis, the golden knife on his back was suddenly drawn out under the empowerment of Heaven and Earth Power, rising like a column of sunlight from behind, falling into his rough and thick hands, transforming into an angry roar of a Golden Dragon!
"Annihilation Mighty Slash!!!"
Jiang Dali’s gaze, cold and substantial as if tangible, penetrated the sword light with ruthless indifference, and with a furious bellow, he unleashed a slash!
A massive Saber Qi, twelve meters long and fierce like a blazing beam, surged down from the sky amidst the silver light, blooming with crackling sounds relentless as rain beating on bananas and waves crashing against the shore.
After one slash, the sky full of silver brightness exploded, scattering into little stars.
Rain Covering Sword Lang Fan Yun’s sword bent and dented like a wildly dancing silver snake, and his hand bled from the burst tiger’s mouth.
He struggled to let out a long cry, releasing Sword Qi that enveloped towards Jiang Dali, with sword light crisscrossing, and the sound of wind and thunder being sharp.
In the blink of an eye, his figure reached Yan Jing’an’s side.
Without hesitation, Yan Jing’an grabbed his palm, and his body, as if pulled by an invisible thread, retreated while bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"The village chief’s strength is truly astonishing; I didn’t expect that with your capabilities, you still couldn’t deal with Iron Gall Divine Hou. It seems we need to be more cautious in the future. Thank you for the guidance, Master Jiang."
As they spoke, the two were already swiftly leaving like large birds or light smoke, utilizing Qinggong.
The rain began to fall again.
Spring stood quietly behind the dark clouds, and the land was engulfed in silence.
Jiang Dali, with his muscular and formidable body holding a knife, stood on the chaotic ground but only watched the two display Qinggong to leave rapidly, pondering something, without pursuing them.
Kou Zhong quickly rushed to Jiang Dali’s side, looking at him emanating a cold, heartless aura, and then towards the direction where Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an had disappeared in an instant, unsure whether to chase or not.
But in his heart, a terrifying thought had already formed—if the village chief wanted to keep the two men, he would have probably made a full effort just now, and even Lang Fan Yun might not have been able to leave.
Just then, the Xiangxi Four Ghosts also appeared, their gazes inquiringly towards Jiang Dali and even seemingly eager to try.
Jiang Dali exited the Heartless Extreme State, with a calm expression, he waved his hand, saying, "No need to chase. The Rain Covering Sword truly lives up to its reputation. If he had been any weaker today, there would have been no need for him to leave. To go after Iron Gall Divine Hou would be tantamount to suicide and only serve to increase his opponent’s power. Better to die at my hand."
Hearing these words, everyone present was inwardly shaken, accepting the orders.
Such words, if spoken by someone else, would likely be scoffed at.
If even the renowned Rain Covering Sword Lang Fan Yun, top of the Black List and known throughout the Martial World, was considered weak, then there were indeed too many worthless individuals in the Martial World.
However, coming from Jiang Dali, who had just personally defeated the famous Rain Covering Sword, the weight was different, and it felt natural.
But from Jiang Dali’s words, they also discerned another meaning—it turned out that Jiang Dali hoped that Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an would trouble Iron Gall Divine Hou, which is why he let them go.
Outside Hulong Manor.
Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an ran for seven or eight miles using Qinggong without stopping.
Only when Yan Jing’an could no longer suppress his injuries and spat out blood did they finally stop.
"You’re seriously injured."
Lang Fan Yun looked gravely at Yan Jing’an, whose complexion was as pale as paper, and at his right hand which had stained his plain sleeves red with blood.
Yan Jing’an’s forehead glistened with sweat, yet his expression remained as calm as ever, and with a faint smile, he said, "It’s serious. That was Master Jiang showing restraint. You took a great deal of the attack on my behalf. This time, it seems I have been a burden to you.
I never expected the Black Wind Village Chief to be so powerful. Truly, he’s someone even Pang Ban failed to handle."
Lang Fan Yun nodded gravely, "His mastery of Cross Training Divine Skill is beyond the ordinary and transcendent; ordinary weapons cannot harm him. Perhaps only someone like Pang Ban, who specializes in spiritual power, can pose some kind of threat.
Fortunately, he also wishes to use us against Iron Gall Divine Hou, thus he didn’t pursue us."
Yan Jing’an managed a weak smile, coughed up more blood, and said with a forlorn beauty, "I’d hoped that by joining forces, we could have made a safe retreat without issue. I didn’t expect...
However, we gained a lot this time. During the clash, the Black Wind Village Chief deliberately used a type of Absorption Skill.
Although this Absorption Skill might not be related to Iron Gall Divine Hou, it’s still a very formidable Absorption Skill.
The Black Wind Village Chief clearly wants us to familiarize ourselves with his skill, better to face Iron Gall Divine Hou."
"It’s a pity he’s unwilling to join forces with us."
Lang Fan Yun shook his head, "Now it seems that not only did we underestimate the Black Wind Village Chief, but we also underestimated Iron Gall Divine Hou. With just our strength, it’s difficult to defeat him."
Yan Jing’an nodded gravely, "Our only recourse now is to try to persuade my master, perhaps even my great grandmaster."
Lang Fan Yun’s body shook, his eyes showing surprise, "Your great grandmaster..."
Yan Jing’an coughed violently a few more times, gasping for breath, "My great grandmaster has roamed the heavens and the earth; we disciples may not even be able to contact her. We can only try..."
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