Chapter 767: Chapter 767

"Whoever wants it can come to my Black Wind Village to take it away!"

Jiang Dali’s tone was calm, but it hit the ground with a resounding echo, and when it fell into the ears of the surrounding crowd, it was no different from a clap of thunder.

On the dock, a large number of Players attracted by the commotion arrived just in time to hear such rebellious words, but as soon as they heard "Black Wind Village," all their questions were immediately answered, replaced by excitement and stimulation.

This domineering voice!

This domineering rhetoric!

Could it be the Master of Eight Desolates, the Black Wind Village Chief has arrived?

Instantly, the crowd surged, and the sound of garments tearing through air continued incessantly.

Countless pairs of eyes were tightly fixed on the large ship docked on the river.

Moreover, many Players, obstructed by the large number of Sui Soldiers, leaped onto the rooftops of nearby buildings, their gazes intensely set on the towering and proud figure of Jiang Dali on the ship.

Bald head, nine feet tall, muscles like iron, a black cloak, Iron Nail Bracelet...

Such characteristics that were rarely imitated by Martial World people, if not the Black Wind Village Chief, who else could it be?

While noticing the Black Wind Village Chief, Players also took note of a Sui Dynasty General clasping his fists towards the Black Wind Village Chief, the figure of Song Que on the opposite boat, and also the corpse being pushed towards the shore by the surging waves on the river.

The brilliant radiance emitted from the garments of the body signified that the deceased had not been ordinary in life.

Suddenly, a Player recognized the face of the corpse and shouted,

"That’s the body of the Evil King... the Evil King’s corpse!"

"What? The Evil King? Which one?"

"The Evil King Shi Zhixuan, Evil King Shi Zhixuan is dead! Who killed him?"

"Who else could it be? Besides the butcher Black Wind Village Chief, who else could it be? The brothers of the Flower Sect and the Heaven Mending Sect must be crying to death now, their Sect Leader is gone."

A group of Players exploded into a frenzy of discussion, and this commotion rapidly spread to the more distant crowds.

The Players then saw the General who had been clasping fists to the Black Wind Village Chief was now unusually polite as he turned to hastily disembark and leave, gesturing with a wave of his hand, withdrawing the thousands of soldiers that had nearly sealed off the dock.

It was only at this moment that someone truly recognized the look of the General and couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

It was the renowned Yuwen Family’s Yu Wenhuaji.

Yet at this moment, where was any semblance of the Yuwen Family’s majesty from the past?

His dejected demeanor as he rode away, surrounded by many soldiers, made him look like a defeated general in retreat. He could even change his name to Yu Wenhuaji the Clown.

Indeed, anyone without a solid assurance of overpowering the Black Wind Village Chief would feel utterly insecure when facing him and would quickly back away.

Kou Zhong watched Yu Wenhuaji leave with an anguish in his heart that was almost insurmountable.

However, since this was a decision made by Jiang Dali, he dared not to question it, and at this moment, he stepped forward intending to ask for instructions from Jiang Dali.

"Do you want to chase after Yu Wenhuaji and kill him? Do you think you can do it?"

Jiang Dali’s gaze was indifferent yet contained a smile as he looked towards Kou Zhong.

Kou Zhong bowed his head and clasped his fists, "A grudge for killing my mother, I cannot share the sky with him. The enemy is right before my eyes, yet I cannot slay him with my own hands, I truly have a sense of unwillingness in my heart."

Jiang Dali stood with his hands behind him, chuckling and shaking his head, "So you’re saying, you blame me for not having taken action to kill that man just now?"

Kou Zhong’s head hung even lower.

Jiang Dali spoke calmly, "You dare not, and just now, if you had dared to take decisive action against him, he probably would not have dared to counter in front of me. If he had countered, I would have made him die!

But you didn’t dare, and neither did he. He knew very well that I could take his life at any moment, so he kept his attitude very low.

It’s a pity... neither of you dared to make a move!"

Hearing this, Kou Zhong immediately realized and understood that Jiang Dali had just given him an opportunity.

If he had dared to act against Yu Wenhuaji just now.

Even if he couldn’t succeed, the other party wouldn’t dare to do anything to him.

And if Yu Wenhuaji dared to strike back seriously, then the Village Chief would intervene on his behalf and personally deal with the man, and even if the Village Chief wouldn’t make a move, with Song Que present, he would still be safe.

As for whether the Village Chief would make a move or dare to make a move, Kou Zhong didn’t doubt it for a second.

Leaving aside a Sui Kingdom gate valve family, even if it was the Sui Crown Prince, the Village Chief would ensure his death by the third period of night and not let him live until the fifth.

Alas, he had missed such an excellent opportunity, and now he felt endless regret and bitterness in his heart.

Village Chief, oh Village Chief, you didn’t make it clear, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of you?

Even the Heavenly King Laozi coming wouldn’t dare to move!

"This Yu Wenhuaji, he has great tolerance, indeed someone capable of accomplishing great things. He lowered his stance , showing extraordinary desire to live, and I, as the Village Chief, am a reasonable man, it’s not right to hit a smiling face."

Jiang Dali snapped his fingers leisurely, speaking indifferently to Kou Zhong, "As one grows older in the Martial World, they become more timid. Aren’t you still a young man if you are not ambitious?

Kou Zhong, this time I gave you a chance, but you proved to be useless.

Let there be no next time."

Kou Zhong’s face instantly turned red as blood, feeling immense humiliation. Panting heavily, he held Moon in the Well’s hand so tightly that it trembled violently; his entire being was set aflame by Jiang Dali’s words, beginning to grow restless.

If a young man storming through the Martial World lacked this fervor, then what’s the point of adventuring through the world at all?

"Perhaps it’s time to wash your hands of the golden basin and retire from the Martial World."

"My son-in-law, what Master Jiang said makes sense. Do you still remember the courage and valor you displayed when we had our saber duel in the old days? Only such a young commander could be the true young commander."

Just then, the voice of Song Que travelled from the opposite boat, accompanied by a respectful salute to Jiang Dali.

"New heroes rise in every generation in the Martial World. Master Jiang’s strength is indeed as legendary as they say. Seeing it in person today has truly shocked me.

It turns out that the fame I enjoyed as the ’Heavenly Blade’ in Lingnan is nothing but the illusion of a frog in a well, ignorant of the vastness of the sky and the breadth of the earth, and that there is always someone better."

These words spread far and wide.

In an instant, they stunned countless players who had not yet left the riverbank.

Only then did the many players realize that the handsome middle-aged man on the opposite boat was none other than the renowned Heavenly Blade Song Que.

Song Que had been living a reclusive life in Lingnan, devoted exclusively to the Sword Dao.

The mere title ’Heavenly Blade’ encapsulated his status in the Martial World.

What’s more noteworthy is his natural genius and grand vision - a talent that overshadowed even the Sui Kingdom’s fame. Compared with the Three Grandmasters of the Sui Kingdom, he was only slightly inferior.

Such a person was the epitome of perfection.

Yet this perfect man took an ugly woman as his wife when he reached middle age, so that he could dedicate himself entirely to the Sword Dao without being tempted by the pleasures of the bedroom.

Such temperament and resolve clearly showcased his terrifying strength in the Sword Dao.

However, now this peerless hero was admitting his inferiority before the Black Wind Village Chief, willingly conceding defeat.

For a time, many of the players on the riverbank who had long admired him found it hard to come to terms, and they began to murmur among themselves.

"Could this be a fake Song Que? Why would he so readily admit defeat to the Black Wind Village Chief?"

"Hmph, now you know how formidable our Black Wind Village is, don’t you? What about Heavenly Blade Song Que? If he doesn’t admit defeat, would he follow the Evil King instead?"

"Are you a disciple of Black Wind Village?"

"No, I am a disciple of the Eight Desolates. Disciples of the Eight Desolates are all one family, so I’m considered half a person from Black Wind Village. The Black Wind Village Chief is also the Master of the Eight Desolates."

"Poor Evil King, his corpse is still soaking in the water, and now Song Que is about to concede defeat."

"Song Que," Jiang Dali turned and looked at Song Que from a distance, and chuckled, "With those words, are you saying that you no longer wish to fight for Yanggong’s Treasure Vault? You agree that Kou Zhong should have the blood and courage, so why don’t you?"

Song Que gave a carefree smile, his expression still relaxed and casual, and said indifferently, "What does blood and courage matter in the face of life and death? If I can’t beat you, why should I try?

However, even though I know I can’t win, I won’t shy away.

After all, in this vast Sui Kingdom, it’s so hard to find a worthy opponent. It has been a long time since I last faced an enemy because no one in this vast Sui Kingdom was a match for my blade."

He paused mid-speech, his eyes suddenly shining as he fixed his gaze on Jiang Dali, "I have long heard that Sect Leader’s Cross Training Divine Skill is rare in the world, and his fist and kick Martial Arts are extraordinary, not to mention that your Sword Dao Cultivation is unfathomable.

Just now, I have indeed witnessed your Cross Training Divine Skill and Martial Arts, which are truly extraordinary.

Now, I am even more interested in your unfathomable Saber Skill. Please, Sect Leader, grace me with your blade!"

Song Yuzhi and Kou Zhong’s complexions changed simultaneously.

Even Zhu Yu Yan, who had been seriously injured next to Song Que, had her face suddenly change as she said with concern, "Song Que, do you realize how dangerous this battle will be!?"

"I am well aware," Song Que said.

Song Que’s majestic figure walked toward the boat’s edge, smiling gently, "It’s not easy for me to encounter such an opponent. Only by fighting can I validate the thoughts in my heart over the years, and confirm my Sword Dao. Only then will my journey not have been in vain.

Compared to that, all other things, honors and life and death, are secondary."

Kou Zhong clenched his teeth and shouted, "I haven’t even married Yu Zhi yet. Don’t do anything foolish! Even if you are my in-law, once our village chief takes action, he surely won’t go easy on you."

Jiang Dali couldn’t help but laugh when he heard the implied meaning.

Song Que also laughed and chastised, and the bright gleam in his eyes shone like the brightest star in the deep night sky as he met Jiang Dali’s gaze head-on. His perfect features remained undisturbed, and he said coldly, "Kou Zhong, do you remember what I once said to you?"

"I said, ’If you cannot let go of everything except your blade, even if you practice your saber skills for another hundred years, you will not reach the pinnacle of the Art.’"

Kou Zhong was speechless, feeling as if his blood had begun to boil once again, and he said loudly, "How can there be such a thing as a pinnacle in the world? If there is a limit, does it not imply some form of stagnation?"

Song Que smiled and replied, "What I answered back then was that these are the words of the ignorant. Every person, at some time or another, has their limits. It’s like someone trying to jump as high as they can; no matter how hard they try, they can only reach a certain height.

But if you carry a heavy object with you, your jump to the limit will be compromised, and everything else is nonsense."

As Song Que finished speaking, he proudly said, "Focus on will, and it congeals in spirit. When the spirit commences, your intent is conveyed, and the hand follows—only then can you speak of the method. From having a method without the person, one begins to understand how to wield the blade."

Suddenly, he leaped onto the deck, his figure like that of a Banished Immortal with billowing sleeves flying toward the water’s surface. With an empty grasp into the air and a loud shout, "Blade, come!"

The waist-hung Heavenly Blade Daffodil, famous across the Martial World, trembled with a humming vibration.

A beam of blue light burst forth like a rainbow.

With a "zing," the Heavenly Blade sounded as if it had come to life, leaping out from its sheath as if pulled by a person’s hand without any difference, as if being tugged by an invisible rope, and landed in Song Que’s wide and long palm.

Heavenly Blade Song Que, the number one figure in Lingnan, was about to make his move!

His formidable opponent was the hitherto unbeaten Black Wind Village Chief!

Countless players and the locals who saw this scene all held their breath at this moment...

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