Chapter 743: Chapter 743

Evening was falling, and with it, the fog.

The dense fog engulfed the nearby forests and villages, shrouding them in a dreamlike realm.

On the river, the dim lights of fishermen’s boats flickered through the mist, occasionally accompanied by the sound of oars gently rowing at the stern, creating a tranquil water echo.

"Daddy, Daddy! You’ve finally come back."

The voice of a child pierced the silence, ringing out beside the decrepit waterfront where boats were moored.

A deep male voice laced with pleasure emerged from the fog, "Feng’er, are you hungry? Daddy caught quite a few of the river shrimps you love today, so I got back late."

As the man spoke, the boat reached the bank. Whoosh—a rope, slicing through the wind, pierced the fog and wrapped around a post on the shore, knotting itself.

A figure with disheveled hair and a brawny frame leaped onto the shore, clutching a dripping net full of fish, smiling at the roughly four-year-old child by the water’s edge. Suddenly, his expression changed, his gaze lightning-fast as he looked toward another spot dozens of yards away.

The fog seemed to dance, and within it, lanterns appeared, with silhouettes slowly becoming visible as they approached.

Mr. Nie’s gaze was sharp as a blade, and he sensed among the newcomers the presence of an exceptionally powerful expert, posing a significant threat.

"Daddy! It’s the uncles from the nearby Leshan Faction."

The child ran over, grabbing Mr. Nie’s hand and said with an innocent smile, "This time, even a formidable bald uncle came. He brought me lots of tasty treats and your favorite wine too."

Mr. Nie sternly warned, "Haven’t I told you not to get too close to the people from the Leshan Faction?"

The child’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears of hurt as he hung his head down, "Feng’er understands, Daddy."

"Heh heh heh... The once-fearsome North Drinking Mad Saber, surely you’re not afraid that these lackeys of mine would dare harm your son, Nie Feng, are you?"

Just then, a cold and haughty male voice came from the fog.

A towering figure, utterly uncharacteristic of a regular human, emerged through the fog, flanked by a group of lackeys. It was a remarkably robust bald big man, whose mere presence exuded an intense pressure.

Mr. Nie’s eyes narrowed, staring intently at the bald giant who stood over nine feet tall.

This man had the build of a tiger and the waist of a bear, with chest muscles that bulged like a small hill, casting a bluish-black hue, looking more like metal than flesh. His arms alone were a series of muscular contours, filled with an indescribable sense of power.

Compared to the bald man’s self-confident and contemptuous demeanor, even the woman beside him emitting a Heavenly Person Aura and another man with a fiery brow seemed to pale in comparison.

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Nie said, "Since the Leshan Faction is a sub-branch of Black Wind Village, and within Black Wind Village, there is only one person with such a formidable presence and aura as yourself, I think it must be none other than the recently famous Black Wind Village Chief in the Martial World."

"Indeed! However, the name of this village chief, compared to the North Drinking Mad Saber who once dominated the Martial World alongside the Nanlin Sword Leader, still lacks the depth of years."

Jiang Dali stopped in his tracks with a smile.

He was clad in a large cloak with a Black Cloak touching the ground. His bright, shiny head against the backdrop of the night highlighted his slightly golden-bronze skin—like the sun in the dark night. His towering stature, even taller than Mr. Nie, stood in the midst of the road like an insurmountable mountain.

Mr. Nie’s eyes swiftly grew solemn.

Jiang Dali’s gaze also darkened.

It was as though two swords clashed in the Void, and the air between their eyes seemed to turn into a blade Qi full of lethal sharpness.

The only ones able to feel the clash of Divine Intent between the two were Bai Ting and Murong Qingqing.

However, the moment they felt the impact, they were shocked, as if two glaring swords flashed across their minds like thunder, sweeping past.

One Blade Qi was domineering and ruthless.

The other was fierce and rampant, wild and unrestrained.

Suddenly, Jiang Dali’s eyes and face shone with a dazzling gold color, and a golden Qi Shield appeared around his body before rapidly contracting. The Dragon Slayer Sword on his back buzzed and trembled, forcing him to step back.

He stamped the green tiles under his feet into a deep imprint, which then seemed to be cut and destroyed by an invisible blade Qi, immediately crumbling into rubble.

In contrast, Mr. Nie’s messy hair fluttered as if blown by a strong wind, his clothes flapping, then all went still again. He did not take a single step back, but his eyes grew significantly more intense.

Bai Ting and Murong Qingqing both changed expressions drastically, shocked by the scene.

Even the elite squad of Black Wind Village gamers who had led the way were surprised and astounded.

The North Drinking Mad Saber, Mr. Nie, was so formidable?

Even the Black Wind Village Chief, known for his strength, had never fallen at a disadvantage during an initial clash—yet today, he did?

While everyone was astounded, Jiang Dali laughed heartily to the sky, "Worthy of North Drinking Mad Saber Mr. Nie. Even though you once lost to Xiong Ba, your strength is still alarmingly powerful. This trip has not been in vain."

"You know I was defeated by Xiong Ba?"

Mr. Nie frowned intently at Jiang Dali. Mentioning that battle pained his heart.

Yan Ying, are you well at the World Association?

Has Xiong Ba bullied you?

As his heart filled with anger and shame, he also felt sorrow and became incredibly sensitive. He glared at Jiang Dali, his gaze burning, "Did Xiong Ba send you here?"

Jiang Dali scoffed, "Xiong Ba is strong, that’s granted, but he’s yet to have the influence to command this village chief. Mr. Nie, you needn’t overthink it."

"I’ve come here this time not only to witness the might of your North Drinking Mad Saber but also to get to know you and, if possible, to persuade you to take action!"

Nie Renwang’s eyes hardened, and he said coldly, "I have retired from the Martial World and no longer deal with its affairs.

To me, the name of the North Drinking Mad Saber is just an empty title.

Now I am nothing but an ordinary fisherman; I do not want to set foot in the Martial World and deal with any of its matters; you’ve got the wrong person."

Having said that, Nie Renwang grabbed Nie Feng and walked away, "Feng’er, let’s go!"

His figure moved, and in an instant, he lifted Nie Feng and swept away like a whirlwind.

With a single leap, he reached a terrifying height of tens of feet, landed on the canopy of a tree, and sped away, about to disappear into the mist.

Such an unbelievable movement technique was astounding to hear about.

"Think you can escape so easily?"

Jiang Dali immediately let out a long howl and pursued with the Sky Dragon Seven Steps.

Despite his incredible speed, he was still unable to catch up and could only watch as Nie Renwang’s figure was about to vanish into the mist.

However, just at that moment, Demon Hawk let out a long cry, swooping down with the wind in its wings.

Jiang Dali reached out and grabbed Demon Hawk’s sharp claws, his body lifted, and in an instant, he chased after Nie Renwang like a gust of wind as he moved at high speed.

The howling wind was deafening, and the scenery in the surrounding mist became even blurrier.

In that instant, the distance Nie Renwang had opened up was swiftly closed by the chasing Demon Hawk flying at high speed.

The color drained from Nie Renwang’s face as he rushed forward, suddenly recalling the rumors that the Black Wind Village Chief possessed an exotic giant eagle as his mount.

With such a mount flying in the sky, even if his Qinggong was good and he could run fast, he could never shake off the Black Wind Village Chief, and even with a speed advantage, he would certainly be exhausted to death.

After all, how could human physical strength compare to that of a brute beast?

"Don’t push me too far!"

Nie Renwang’s forehead veins throbbed as he shouted angrily and suddenly turned back to unleash a fierce palm strike toward Jiang Dali.

"Sweeping Thousands of Army!!"

A piercing sound of Saber Qi broke through the air.

A tremendous and domineering ice-blue Saber Qi swept across like a tidal wave, stretching seven or eight zhang long, a spectacle to behold.

Trees where the Saber Qi passed danced in unison, snapping and thunderously crashing down.

Jiang Dali’s eyes turned pitch-black and cold as he entered the Heartless Extreme State and struck out with a palm just like a saber.

The air erupted into a surge of high temperature.

A Flame Saber Qi condensed in front of his palm and, in the moment of striking out, turned into a zhang-long Saber Qi, slamming into the ice-blue Saber Qi sweeping toward him.

Boom—there was an explosion.

Half the sky seemed to be illuminated by the blazing flames.

The fiery Saber Qi was shattered, setting the surrounding tree branches and leaves alight, and burning fiercely. Some tree resins emitted smoke and released a thick, peculiar smell.

Jiang Dali’s outer clothing was slashed and torn by the residual effects of the Saber Qi, and his Protective Aura Shield burst into a clanging sound, trembling slightly.

"What a Madman Nie! But with attacks like that, you still can’t shake me off."

His eyes sparkling, he laughed heartily, the sound echoing so much that birds flew and beasts hid as he continued to clutch Demon Hawk in relentless pursuit.

By now, he had seen that the unarmed Madman Nie, though strong, was not as formidable as when wielding the Divine Weapon, Snow Drink Mad Blade. The Saber Qi he could send out was only seven or eight zhang long, and not the astounding eighteen zhang that he could reach with the Snow Blade in hand (According to calculations from a certain ancient dynasty, one zhang is approximately 2.3 meters).

Although the opponent’s seven or eight zhang long Saber Qi was considerably stronger than his own Flame Saber Qi unleashed without a weapon, even if it broke through his Saber Qi defense and hit him, he could completely withstand it relying on the protection of Golden Bell Unbreakable Body and the damage transfer of Undying Seal Technique.

Thus, as the two of them chased and fled in mid-air, the Saber Qi clashed fiercely, devastating a large swath of the forest, causing the mountain creatures to flee.

Bai Ting, who trailed behind rushing and using his movement technique, had no choice but to act as a firefighter, quickly employing the Divine Fire Technique to extinguish the burning forest ignited by the Flame Saber Qi along the way.

"This Black Wind Village Chief is really tough! Like a dogskin plaster, it’s no wonder the Martial World rumors say this person has exceptional abilities in capturing and restraining others."

Nie Renwang carried Nie Feng while fighting and fleeing, both shocked and angry, aggrieved as the fight went on.

Jiang Dali’s strength was proving to be beyond his expectations.

Although his Saber Skill power was not yet shocking, his mastery of Cross Training Divine Skill and the Martial Arts technique of Borrowing Power were incredibly difficult to handle.

And the aerial disadvantage of his movement technique was turned into the greatest advantage by the giant Demon Hawk flying in the sky.

Nie Renwang understood that if this chase continued, his advantage would dissipate as his True Qi and Physical Strength were greatly depleted.

While on the other hand, Jiang Dali, in pursuit on the eagle, would start to gain the upper hand in this battle of attrition.

"I can’t delay any longer! I must go back and get my sword!"

Nie Renwang’s eyes turned fierce, and with a change in his movement technique, he suddenly turned like a great bird diving into the woods, dashing quickly toward his seclusion place, carrying Nie Feng...

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