Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1722: Chapter 1329: Flames of Vengeance! Lucky for Them!

As Jiang Dali was preparing to go to the Holy Dynasty, the influence of Black Wind Village’s destruction of Heaven’s Gate spread like wildfire throughout the vassal states, even catching the attention of powerful figures aware of Shakyamuni’s existence within the Holy Dynasty.

Its massive influence is not exaggerated.

Although Heaven’s Gate had been hidden for many years and its public appearance was brief, most sect forces within the vassal states were unfamiliar with it.

Yet, the terrifying power it exhibited upon appearing was enough to suppress the Martial World factions to silence, even Shaolin, which usually prides itself as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, chose to merely sit and watch.

If this doesn’t illustrate its terror, then the fact that the famous Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, along with Wudang founder Master Zhang and other top experts, couldn’t deal with Heavenly Gate Master Shakyamuni, demonstrates Heaven’s Gate’s strength—its master is unquestionably a top-tier expert in the Returning to Truth Realm.

While Martial World people were helpless, Jiang Dali made a second move, completely annihilating Heaven’s Gate and killing Master Shakyamuni, causing Martial World to shake and securing Black Wind Village’s position as the top vassal state powerhouse, making its subsequent grand hosting of the World’s No.1 Martial Arts Tournament actions met without opposition.

In this situation, from the Ying Country side, Divine Iron City Lord Liao Rushen used the title of ’adopted son’ of Black Wind Village Chief to send a large batch of Players to charge into the Holy Tomb, thoroughly angering the Ying Country Royal Family, yet they dared not send royal family experts to surround and eliminate them, opting instead to secretly stir domestic families to interfere.

However, Ying Country’s family forces weren’t foolish, having often been defeated by Black Wind Village Chief, losing many soldiers, even the once-powerful Hidden Sword Style and Liu Sheng Family couldn’t recover, despite Liao Rushen being just the chief’s adopted son, acknowledging the need to respect the father, and thus the adopted son.

Except for a very few, including families banking on luck whose ancestral tombs were being dug, most Ying Country family forces remained in a state of observation and condemnation.

Meanwhile.

At the Holy Tomb entrance, where a swarm of Players were madly rushing in and out, Liao Rushen lounged comfortably against a chair outside the Tomb, served by a few charming, dignified maids, some offering tea.

The Holy Tomb was surrounded by undulating mountains, set within a valley embraced by arm-like ridges, under a star-filled cobalt blue sky, which framed the distant steep peaks, uncanny and imposing.

In the deep mountains, where nights were usually chillingly cold, the continuous rush of Abnormal People bearing torches and shouting frenziedly made it anything but cold, instead transforming the forest into a fiery scene.

"Hiss—!—"

Liao Rushen took a long drag from a pipe, inhaling deeply as its tobacco glowed red, exhaling clouds while his eyes sharply focused on the brutal fight illuminated by torches at the Tomb entrance, exuding a boss demeanor.

Tasked by Jiang Dali to commit the ’grave-digging’ misdeed, though it was his forte.

Even if he seemed relaxed, digging up Holy Tombs that held Ying Country’s historic contributors, even royal graves, pressured him, forced to mask it with clouds and fog, pretending calm and composure.

Inwardly, he felt anxious, knowing Ying Country experts and forces had likely noticed him, only held back by fear of the Black Wind Village Chief’s famous reputation.

But given time, things could change.

"Though my adoptive father’s name is intimidating, my calculations show Ying Country might harbor forces daring to ignore him, I wonder if he knows? If such forces target me...tsk!"

Liao Rushen furrowed his brows, but seeing enthusiastic Abnormal People charging in waves undeterred by death into the Tomb, now piercing into its interior, he felt relieved.

Though unaware why they loved ’grave-digging’ so much, lacking fine burial items, yet remained excitedly eager, even more so in confronting tombstones, as long as their attitude was strong, it was enough.

His task was to mobilize Abnormal People to invade the Holy Tomb, ideally causing a chain effect to provoke similar assaults on other Ying Country tombs.

Unbeknownst to him, atop a jagged peak nearby, where mist rose and fell, three mysterious figures loomed.

These three surveyed the fiery chaos below with varied expressions.

One was single-armed, wearing a cold metallic half-mask, reflecting cold light in the chilling moon and fire’s glow, none other than Hidden Vision Sect Master Sun Ren Tian Yin, who escaped Jiang Dali’s blade using the Substitution Escape Technique last time.

Another wore a hat, unmistakably Xuanhua No.4 Master Hai Laozang, who negotiated with Jiang Dali.

The third was big and burly, with a ridiculous samurai knot on his nearly bald head, his face hairy, full-bodied, his visage tough, yet he was Xuanhua’s Black and White handler, Fifth Master Ookawa Takashi.

The three arrived here, perhaps to prevent anyone from entering the Holy Tomb like last time?

If they intended to stop it, why the delay in action?

"Fourth Master, are we going to watch without intervening?"

Sun Ren Tian Yin suddenly spoke coldly, unable to forget how his arm was lost.

His grudge attributed to the Black Wind Village Chief, though his current ability was insufficient for revenge, lacking the courage to even face him.

Now that this enemy’s adopted son has appeared in his territory, with such a golden opportunity, he could completely kill the adopted son to vent his anger, making the other party feel heartbroken and grieved, just as he was with the loss of his arm.

"Sun Ren, the situation is different now... times have changed, and we can only watch."

Fourth Master Hai Laozang sighed, looking down at the rampant Abnormal People below, shaking his head as he spoke.

"Why?"

Sun Ren Tian Yin clenched his fists, his eyes beneath the metal mask shot with icy, furious terror.

The Fifth Master, with a face full of flesh, also sighed, putting his hands on his hips helplessly and said, "Because we haven’t received the command from the Great Master to intervene and stop them. Moreover, Sun Ren, you wouldn’t know, but four days ago, it seems the Great Master got into a fight with a fearsome expert and—was injured! And not lightly!"

"What!!?"

Sun Ren Tian Yin almost growled, in disbelief.

Even though he harbored deep hatred for the Great Master, far surpassing his hatred for the Black Wind Village Chief, he also deeply knew the terrifying strength of the other party. This was why he had always endured in silence, for he believed that even as strong as the Black Wind Village Chief, wouldn’t be a match for the Great Master.

But now, someone actually severely injured the Great Master?

He had no reason to doubt the words of the informed Fifth Master; if the information wasn’t true, the other party wouldn’t dare speak such scandal about the Great Master, and the three of them wouldn’t be standing here now, hesitating whether to act!

But who exactly was the powerful figure capable of severely injuring the Great Master?

Sun Ren Tian Yin lost his footing at this moment.

He knew now he truly couldn’t act.

Since the Great Master had already sustained serious injuries, under unclear circumstances, Xuanhua No.4 shouldn’t further provoke enemies, nor declare war against the mighty Black Wind Village Chief.

And without the Great Master’s backing, no matter how he hated the Black Wind Village Chief, he dared not act rashly.

Fourth Master and Fifth Master evidently held the same thought.

But at this moment, as he gazed at the flickering flames below, looking at Liao Rushen leisurely sitting outside the tomb entrance, the flames of hatred surged in his heart, the image of his wife Zuo Hezi being ruthlessly murdered and dismembered by the Great Master’s order right in front of him, twisted in his heart just like the distorted flames below.

Revenge!

Revenge!

If he killed the Black Wind Village Chief’s beloved son Liao Rushen, provoking hatred between the Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali and the Great Master, and made the two formidable warriors battle, might it cause these terrifying fighters to be both heavily injured, or even perish together?

Thus, not only would his revenge for his wife’s murder be avenged, but also the revenge for his lost arm; both of his great enemies would die tragically, wouldn’t it be delightful?

This terrible thought of revenge once planted in the heart, Sun Ren Tian Yin’s eyes grew shadowy, his mind fiercely struggling, pondering the feasibility and detailed, proper implementation plan.

"Let’s go, Tiansun!"

Fourth Master stood with his hands behind, shaking his head, and said lightly, "Now the Great Master’s situation isn’t clear, we shouldn’t oppose the currently flourishing Black Wind Village Chief. Since even the Imperial Family doesn’t intervene in this matter, we don’t need to step in either; we’ve already done our part last time."

"Hmm! It seems that’s the only choice. This time they just got lucky."

Sun Ren Tian Yin’s eyelids drooped slightly, bowing his head, skillfully suppressing his active thoughts.

As Fourth Master and Fifth Master turned away, the corners of his mouth beneath the mask curved into a manic arc. Illuminated by the flickering firelight below, his smile appeared terrifying, quickly constraining himself upon turning around...

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