Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1198 - 939: Black Wind Village Chief, You’re Finished! Mighty Fishing! (Bonus - for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 1198: Chapter 939: Black Wind Village Chief, You’re Finished! Mighty Fishing! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Ticket)

The faint scent of blood gradually turned into a pungent intensity. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As the people in the arena looked around in alarm—

Shh shh shh—

A series of white smoke began to rise from the Artifact Refining Pool, immediately drawing everyone’s attention back to the pool.

At this moment, other channels of the pool were filled with shocking red liquid pouring into it.

It was these liquids, upon contact with the pool’s magma, that emitted white smoke and a pungent bloody smell.

"Blood... blood...! It’s blood!"

"This, this is human blood! It’s human blood!"

"Not good! Divine Iron City is actually performing a blood sacrifice to forge weapons? Such an act defies the justice of heaven!"

Cries of astonishment and horror erupted among the crowd, with faces of terror, disbelief, and anger swaying in distress.

Ka—

Ka—

More channels began to open, and more blood flowed from them, rushing into the pool. Judging by the freshness of the blood, it seemed as though a living being had been slaughtered, incredibly terrifying.

From the mountain connected to these channels, faintly came cries, as if someone was shouting. Could it be that the Black Wind Village Chief controlled a group of people to conduct such a horrendous blood sacrifice? Even if they were prisoners from the Black Prison, they should not be treated like this. This must be the work of the demonic way.

The pool rapidly steamed with blood qi, and the pungent bloody smell made people sick.

The Fire Qilin Sword, under such dense blood qi, glinted with a sinister, eerie glow from its hilt, shifting from its previous calm state into a buzzing tremor, seemingly extremely excited.

But such a horrifying scene only sent chills down the spines of those witnessing it, even Sword Demon, known for his madness, was shocked, his pupils contracted, gasping coldly.

How dare the Black Wind Village Chief?

Even if such a weapon forging succeeds, it is an absolute failure, a taboo in the casting world, and no one would respect it, unless the caster himself aims for success by sacrificing like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, offering himself as the sword soul. Only then could it be admirable.

Yet Ying Kui Zi watched with glee!

A blood sacrifice!

A blood sacrifice, excellent!

When he forged the Heavenly Sword, he gathered sword casting masters worldwide, and at the cost of countless lives, finally succeeded in creating the Heavenly Sword. Thus, he naturally does not reject blood sacrifices.

But back then, his actions remained secret, a taboo in the industry that if exposed, would leave him nowhere to hide.

The Black Wind Village Chief holding a blood sacrifice so openly under watchful eyes is ruining his own reputation, unable to gain momentum, which for him is good news.

"Hahaha! Black Wind Village Chief, you’re done for!"

"Demon!"

A furious shout suddenly came from outside the Earthfire Land’s forest as two figures dashed forward, bursting with momentum.

Jiang Dali’s face was as firm as iron, unmoved; his strong Spiritual Sense had long detected their arrival, yet he remained indifferent. Though one of them was indeed strong, he still paid them no mind.

"Demon! You will utterly destroy Sword Casting City’s reputation."

The two figures quickly approached, and as the surrounding crowd realized something was amiss, they retreated, allowing the two to reach ten feet behind Jiang Dali. The woman who shouted, with eyes glaring, tore off the veil on her face, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Her snow-white skin under the red firelight had an arresting beauty, leaving the surrounding crowd astonished.

Soon, someone recognized her and exclaimed.

"It’s Jian Xiong! Sword Master’s daughter Jian Xiong!"

"I didn’t expect her to come, alas, she really shouldn’t be here. This will lead to Sword Master’s demise."

Many whispered upon recognizing the woman, regretting her presence. Only then did they notice the person beside Jian Xiong, who wore a Kasaya, appearing elderly with white hair and eyebrows, and nine scars on his bald head. He had a compassionate demeanor, but it was unclear whether he was from Shaolin or another monastery.

"Master, you’ve finally come!"

At that moment, Nangong Lie stepped forward from the crowd, eagerly greeting the monk.

The surrounding crowd was stunned by this revelation. They had earlier heard Nangong Lie was a disciple of Li Wuji, the Hero who forged the Demon Extinguishing Sword centuries ago.

They thought the great Hero must have passed away, and Nangong Lie merely continued his legacy, but surprisingly, Nangong Lie called this elderly monk his master. Could he be his second master?

"Amitabha Buddha! I’ve been here long ago, merely unwilling to involve myself in worldly affairs. Yet I didn’t expect Young Master Jiang, at such a young age, to commit such evil acts. If this old monk truly stands aside, then all these years spent in the Buddhist path reading scriptures would be in vain."

The monk in the Kasaya spoke, turned to Jiang Dali, his back straightened abruptly, becoming imposing and upright, without any signs of old age. Calmly, slightly closing his eyes, he gazed intently at Jiang Dali and said, "Young Master Jiang, I advise you not to be stubborn and release those trapped within the mountain."

With his words, the monk took a step, a vast and unmatched imposing presence formed into nine layers of powerful pressure, surging fiercely toward Jiang Dali, stirring his black cloak to flutter wildly, revealing the muscular body beneath his strong clothes.

For an ordinary person, they’d have already trembled in fear, but Jiang Dali remained cold-eyed, completely ignoring the incoming Heavenly Human 9th Realm pressure. Arms crossed, he chuckled casually, "So you are the well-renowned Hero Li Wuji from over two hundred years ago? Quite the survivor! You actually joined Shaolin as a monk, no wonder for longevity. Yet today, without discerning right from wrong, you meddle in my affairs, isn’t it courting death?"