Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1319 - 1019: Dharma’s Heart! A New Mastery!

September 13th.

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In a stone house within a water village a hundred li south of the border of the Divine Martial Country, the lights were bright, and the house was filled with the fragrant aroma of fish soup.

A slightly pale Xiong Ba was sitting at the table, staring at a pot of fish soup, his expression heavy, with no intention of moving his chopsticks.

The fisherman who cooked the pot of fish soup put down his bowl and chopsticks, and with honest enthusiasm and restraint said, "Lord, my humble home has neither wine nor dishes, please don’t mind, just have a little taste to fill your belly."

A boy adopted by the fisherman, lying beside the table, stared intently at the pot of fish soup with shiny black eyes, drooling with hunger.

Although the fisherman’s family lived by the water, the fish they caught were usually taken to the nearby town to be sold, exchanged for firewood, rice, oil, and salt for household use, leaving only some dead or small fish for eating. Today, this large pot of fresh fragrant fish soup was like a festive treat.

Even though Xiong Ba was severely injured at the moment, he could immediately observe all sorts of states of the fisherman’s body, his facial expression slightly relaxed. He reached out and patted the boy’s head with a smile, saying in a deep voice, "Let the child eat first."

He always commanded with authority, intimidating others without needing to show anger.

The fisherman, hearing this, didn’t dare to disobey. He nodded with a smile and served a bowl of golden fish soup to the boy, who had long been drooling.

The boy eagerly picked up the porcelain bowl, blew on it twice, and, disregarding the heat, gulped it down with closed eyes in comfort.

Xiong Ba smiled and nodded slightly, just about to serve himself a bowl of fish soup, when suddenly with a "clang," the porcelain bowl in the boy’s hand fell to the ground and shattered to pieces. The boy himself collapsed on the ground, frothing at the mouth and convulsing.

The fisherman was instantly terrified, jumping up in shock and panic.

Xiong Ba’s expression hardened, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He raised his palm to strike down the fisherman but suddenly halted, withdrawing his palm and coldly shouting, "Who’s the rat sneaking around, poisoning this pot of fish soup? Come out!"

His voice, infused with the Power of Primordial Spirit, rapidly spread outwards.

Outside, a series of soft swooshing sounds indicated that quite a few enemies were approaching, among them a man’s resentful voice said, "Xiong Ba, when you killed my parents back in the day, it was with dirty tricks as well. Now I’m just returning the favor; next year today will be your death anniversary!"

"Oh?"

Xiong Ba coldly chuckled, slowly stood up, ignoring the fisherman who was collapsed on the ground holding his foster son in agony, and said indifferently, "I have roamed the Martial World for many years, countless people have died at my hands, and I can’t even remember, who on earth are you?"

Just as the man was about to reply, suddenly there was a series of sharp whistling sounds outside, as if arrows and hidden weapons were swiftly slicing through the air, followed almost simultaneously by shrill screams and the clattering sounds of metal.

Xiong Ba slightly clenched the hands behind his back, and the Qi Force he had just gathered instantly dissipated.

Moments later, the screams and clashing of blades and metal outside the house completely ceased, leaving only the sorrowful cries of the fisherman who had lost his adopted son reverberating inside.

A series of movement technique sounds arrived at the door, in unison shouting.

"Welcome back to the gang, Gang Leader!"

"Gang Leader, we were late to protect you, please forgive us."

Xiong Ba snorted coldly, walked around the table to the door, and pushed it open.

Outside, fifty to sixty members of the World Association were kneeling neatly on the ground, led by none other than Emperor Tong. In the courtyard, blood flowed like a river, and over twenty corpses of Martial World people lay scattered.

Xiong Ba paused, turned back to look at the grieving fisherman inside the house, nodded slightly, and said, "That child died saving me, thus fated with me. I want this fisherman to live the rest of his life in wealth and comfort, to make up for his loss of a son. Take him back."

Upon hearing this, all the members of the World Association were shocked, their hearts filled with envy, as they shouted in unison.

"Gang Leader is righteous! The World Association’s grand ambitions will soon be realized!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiong Ba burst into laughter, like a dragon’s roar resounding through the skies, lifted his cloak behind him with both hands, and took large strides into the sedan chair.

Emperor Tong glanced at each other, smiled while holding a doll, and skipped playfully to the side of the sedan to protect.

Inside the sedan, Xiong Ba took out the Alms Bowl hidden beneath his robe.

The Alms Bowl emitted a radiant glow, but several "Wan" character Buddha Seals floated on its surface like dragons, completely sealing the power within the Alms Bowl, rendering it inaccessible.

Xiong Ba’s expression was solemn, his gaze sharp. He slowly raised his hand, gathering the Three Points Return to Essence Energy to once again wear down and clash with the "Wan" character on the Alms Bowl’s surface.

After half a burning incense.

A fine layer of sweat broke out on his prominent forehead as he slowly withdrew his hand and exhaled, his eyes showing a touch of coldness and regret, "Dharma... Dharma, even though you have been dead for so many years, why does your power still persist? ... Could it be that there is some secret hidden in that Dharma’s Heart?

Dharma’s Heart was once passed on to Dharma’s first disciple, Hui Ke, and now Hui Ke might have passed away too, but where within Shaolin has Dharma’s Heart fallen into a high monk of the Hui Generation’s hands?"

With Xiong Ba’s deep strategic mind, he already knew in his heart at this moment that the Alms Bowl, being sealed by a Dharma Disciple with Dharma’s power, would be difficult to unseal even if he wasn’t injured, let alone now when he’s injured.

To unlock the seal, perhaps he must find the Dharma’s Heart.