Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1167 - 916: Struggle of the Heart, Life and Death Forgotten!

Under the immense grief and resentment of Tie Kuangtu, the Long Spear transformed into a gigantic arrow, astonishing to behold, piercing the void with a shrill whistle, rapidly growing from a small golden dot until it roared towards the merchant ship.

Just as Master Feixuan’s old strength was gone and new strength was yet to build, she witnessed the fierce Long Spear, akin to golden thunder, breaking through the sky. The pain on her charming face became even more apparent. As she was about to swiftly leap forward to block it, the Primordial Spirit Power belonging to Di Ni from her mind instantly exploded, making her eyes turn icy and merciless. Her actions paused, and she retreated lightly.

The Feng Shui Two Ni and Bu Chi around her were immediately exposed.

These three were previously protected behind Master Feixuan, all shocked by the terrifying strength suddenly displayed by Shi Feixuan, each harboring their own guesses in their hearts.

Now, as Shi Feixuan suddenly withdrew her hand and retreated, seemingly abandoning her protection, the Long Spear, like lightning thunder, stabbed head-on. There was no time to avoid it. Although startled, Bu Chi and the others reacted swiftly, joining forces to collectively resist.

"Boom!"

Bu Chi mustered the Heaven and Earth Power of fifteen meters, wielding the Zen Stick. The enormous Qi Force struck the Long Spear like a wall, although it was just a simple sweep. Within it contained countless profound changes, a strike of the Demon Suppressing Mace Technique.

The Longsword in the hands of Feng Shui Two Ni also crossed like lightning, swinging in the air once before humming and trembling to fall on the incoming Long Spear.

The offensive formed by the three joining forces almost simultaneously struck the domineering thrust!

Boom clang!!

A deep and muffled roar like thunder erupted—a terrifying force burst forth from the Long Spear, akin to a raging flood.

Bu Chi and the three screamed in unison, their bodies flung like torn bags, each of their arms breaking, their internal organs seemingly displaced as they vomited blood frantically. Their Yin God and Yang God were shattered by the Primordial Spirit Power infused into the Long Spear, exhaling more than inhaling even before hitting the ground.

At this moment, the golden Long Spear maintained its remaining momentum straight towards the merchant ship’s deck, stabbing into the ship’s body with a thud, blasting the yellow sacks filled with rice into tiny powdery fragments under the golden light. The surrounding area three meters around shattered into countless fragments, scattering outward.

The bottom of the ship instantly exploded into a giant hole, and lake water crazily rushed in, causing the merchant ship to begin tilting and sinking.

Agony and struggle once again surged in Shi Feixuan’s eyes. Her figure flickered as she moved to rescue the Feng Shui Two Ni and others who had fallen into the fire, but just as she moved, a second Long Spear, like golden lightning, descended with imposing might.

The coldness in Shi Feixuan’s eyes had just appeared when a compassionate Buddha sound echoed in her mind. Tears flowed from her eyes, her gaze more resolute than ever. With a deep breath, fearlessly, she suddenly leapt up to intercept the incoming Long Spear like golden lightning.

Not using a sword to block, but using her body to block!

Like a moth flying into the fire, knowing it was death, yet still unhesitating and resolute!

"What!?"

On the shore, Jiang Dali’s eyes locked in disbelief, witnessing Shi Feixuan’s figure being torn and pierced by the second Long Spear amid the flames on the merchant ship. From afar, it seemed one could hear the sound of flesh tearing and bones shattering as she crashed onto the ship’s deck like a broken-winged bird, instantly engulfed by the flames.

At that moment, a powerful spiritual collision erupted once more, tidal waves surging into the mind.

But this time, there was no familiar Heavenly Monk Primordial Spirit, only the Primordial Spirit Power of Di Ni clashing, then seemingly shattering easily in this collision.

"Xie Tiao!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing voice filled with obsession seemed to explode in a Foreign Realm’s time and space.

In an instant, Jiang Dali closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling, sensing Wan Wan’s spirit tightly connected with his, as if hearing the profound calls of the Heavenly Monk, Di Ni, Shi Feixuan within the depths of his heart. His spirit seemed lifted to infinite heights by an unparalleled force, with a sensation of soaring out of his body.

At that moment, entangled and complex scenes flashed in his mind.

The Heavenly Monk, filled with deep sorrow, silently shed tears; Di Ni’s visage, plain and serene, gazed quietly at someone with clear eyes; an unfamiliar, imposing man, gallant and unrestrained, laughed heartily toward the sky; and finally, Shi Feixuan, drenched in blood, fell into the sea of flames, her charming face streaked with tears, about to speak.

An ethereal voice drifted from his mind.

"Village chief, the grievances of the Martial World, the rights and wrongs, all pass like fleeting smoke with life and death, you and I both persist in making the right choice. This time, Feixuan chose to fight alongside you. To the ancestors, this may seem like betrayal, but to the sect and fellow members, Feixuan has no regrets or shame. From now on, Cihang Jingzhai will vanish from the Martial World, only hoping that the village chief will not trouble Meng Yao and others anymore..."

Jiang Dali felt a tremendous shock in his mind, his mighty frame shook violently, and behind him, Wan Wan also let out a muffled groan. He faintly heard a distant, painful muffled groan echoing with indomitable obsession.

The ground beneath seemed to shake slightly at this moment.

In the distance, the Leifeng Tower, standing quietly in the night, suddenly erupted with a terrifying force undetectable to ordinary people.

The instant this power spread, all around seemed to fall silent.

The waves on West Lake’s surface seemed to be suppressed by some terrifying force, suddenly clinging to the water’s surface without a ripple.

Jiang Dali barely recovered from the spiritual power shock of the Primordial Spirit clash, immediately feeling an intense sense of fear and oppressive aura of life and death enveloping him, as if his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were sealed.