CHAPTER 1006: CHAPTER 796: GRANDMASTER, HAVE YOU COME IN PERSON?

Whoosh, whoosh! ——

The shadow, resembling strands of green silk, was about to envelop the seven Eight Desolate Disciples.

"As expected of the successors of Cihang Jingzhai, truly impressive."

Jiang Dali smiled slightly, his tiger-like eyes sparking with electricity. Suddenly, he clapped both palms together, and instantly, his clothes flapped with no wind, adding to the momentum.

In a flash, seven strands of remote Qi Force entered the bodies of the seven Eight Desolate Disciples, immediately filling their meridians. The seven stood rigid, involuntarily shouting and leaping up, each displaying their fists and kicks.

Bang, bang——

Their fists and kicks suddenly erupted with a fierce and abundant Qi Force that even surprised them. In the blink of an eye, they collided with the woman’s looming shadow, causing intense Qi Force shockwaves to spread.

"Remote transmission!?"

The woman’s expression changed beneath the veil, and she spun in the air, retreating while suddenly gazing towards Jiang Dali, who sat leisurely by the window on the second floor of the tavern. Her eyes flickered with a moment of puzzlement at the stranger with the long beard.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Jiang Dali stared down at the wine in his cup, a smile tugging at his lips. Suddenly, he shook his arm, muscles rippling.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

Before the onlookers could even ponder what happened, dozens of light points exploded in the sky, tearing the air with a shrill whistle, hurtling towards the veiled woman.

The veiled woman spun rapidly in mid-air like a top, her green flute dancing in circles. Each shadow deftly struck and swept in a lightning-quick manner, unbelievably precise, shattering the flying droplets of wine.

Everyone only saw a blur, a burst of rich wine fragrance mingling with a mist spreading throughout the venue.

"Good! Take my palm!"

A voice exploded like a dragon’s roar, followed by a loud, echoing laughter suddenly from the air.

Bang!

The floor tiles shattered.

A burly, rugged figure descended from above, raising a massive palm. Gathering power, he struck at the woman retreating like a bird in flight.

Boom!!

The air compressed into a thick vortex, crashing down like a mountain, trembling violently, forming a terrifying white wave.

Even as the veiled woman turned sideways, her lovely face changed color, retreating hurriedly, swiftly drawing her longsword from her waist with a fluid spin landing.

A sword thrust out, the sword body humming and trembling, causing the wine mist to morph into a condensed space. What seemed a simple thrust went through seven or eight transformations within lightning speed.

This sword was clearly a defensive move from the "Other Shore Sword Technique," supposed to block any Palm Force from the opponent, no matter how terrifying.

However, in the next moment, the fierce Palm Power shattered the sword aura’s condensed space, surging forward like a furious sea.

Sizzle!——

The veiled woman felt the longsword in her hand enter a turbulent vortex, nearly losing grip. After fending off three increasingly fierce Palm Forces invading her body, disbelief surged in her heart.

She never expected just one hit from a suddenly appearing powerful stranger would force her to use all her strength and still fail to withstand it.

Surface calm and relaxed, but internally exhausted, she saw the suffocating whirlpool of Palm Power surge back, and instantly drew her longsword to intercept.

Clang!!

The unmatched Palm Power exploded like a mountain flood into the sword’s edge.

Instantly, the True Qi infused into the long sword by the veiled woman scattered chaotically, the burst forming a thrilling arc that crashed into her body.

"Ah!!"

Her body jolted as if struck by lightning, her throat sweetened, and she couldn’t help but open her mouth, spewing a mouthful of green blood, flying back and crashing to the ground. Her entire meridians flared as if on fire.

At this point, the surrounding spectators finally reacted from the dizzying combat, witnessing the veiled woman, hit in an instant and spitting blood, all in a stir of astonishment.

The seven Eight Desolate Disciples, mysteriously rescued, also stood baffled and shocked, watching the burly man now appearing on-site.

The opponent’s presence as still as a deep sea, with the Black Cloak falling on the ground like an unmovable towering mountain, seemingly impervious to the furious storm’s impact.

"This..."

"Could it be..."

The seven Eight Desolate Disciples all had their hearts skip a beat. Nervously and suspiciously, they stared at Jiang Dali’s figure, draped in a dangerous black glow, with varied expressions. But after comparing physique, height, long hair, and thick beard, they couldn’t help but waver, dismissing their shocking inner thoughts.

The West Mountain Six Heroes were also startled, staring at the brawny man now present, then glancing at the Cihang Jingzhai woman on the other side. Their initial courage to protect her wilted, unable to muster it up.

"You... who are you!?"

The veiled woman staggered but managed to steady herself, her bright eyes beneath the veil now filled with shock and horror. The hand holding the sword was slightly trembling, with crimson blood flowing between her fingers, and her tiger’s mouth had split open.

In her eyes, the person opposite had a broad face and wide mouth, disheveled hair, thick bristles, broad shoulders, and a stout build beneath strong clothes that already had an intimidating presence. Especially his pair of hands looked like large dustpans, enormous and full of power.

This stranger she had never seen before, yet he exuded an unexplorable threat like the vast sea that inexplicably filled her with fear, an unbelievable feeling.

"Hahahahaha!"

Jiang Dali let out a long, earth-shaking laugh, the sound causing the bricks and tiles on the surrounding houses to shiver. The bristles swayed like the wind as he laughed, "Before you know who I am, I’ll have to see who you are first! You don’t kill them but want to take off their hoods, I won’t kill you, instead, I’ll first take off your veil!"

At the final word "veil", he kicked his feet and rushed out, his hand grabbing swiftly like a meteor.

A burst of violent absorption force suddenly erupted from his palm, with forceful currents spreading out.

The veiled woman gave a delicate shout, forcefully drew a breath of True Qi, and her longsword suddenly stood upright, triggering a surge of three zhang of Heaven and Earth Power, erupting a strong sword aura around her body, immediately deflecting much of the invading absorbing Qi Force.

However, Jiang Dali’s five sturdy fingers transformed, grabbing fiercely, and a more rampant absorbing force, transformed into a dragon-shaped air wave, rotated and exploded suddenly.

Roooaar!!

Crack, crack, crack—

The ground’s stone bricks were continuously forcefully absorbed, the veiled woman exclaimed, as the sword aura outside her body burst open violently, and her veil was pulled away, flying off, her beautiful hair scattering all over, and her face flush with a cloud of red as Qi-Blood surged, drawn directly towards Jiang Dali.

"Swish, swish, swish," she unleashed four consecutive strikes like a storm, forcibly cutting through the absorbing force and attacking Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali coldly snorted, standing unmoved like a mud sculpture stone statue, his hand darting out like lightning, curling up the longsword instantly like a cow’s tongue rolling grass, and with his arm muscles swelling, he exerted a force, directly lifting the opponent along with her sword like picking grass straws, and smashed them to the ground with a boom.

The astonished woman released her grip in a panic, gathering Qi and leaping away.

Boom!!

The ground’s blue stone bricks exploded and shattered, with forceful currents scattering away.

The woman groaned, flying back and landing two zhang away on the ground, her back slamming heavily into the tavern’s wall, her face suddenly flushed, and she spewed a mouthful of blood, her whole body’s limbs and bones seemingly scattered, her eyes blurred.

The surrounding observers were all shocked and astonished at this scene, with many men showing a sympathetic and heartbroken expression upon seeing the revealed true face of the woman.

"It’s Fan Fairy!"

"Fan Qinghui!"

The West Mountain Six Heroes were instantly agitated and distressed upon seeing her face, each of their steps moved with the desire to rush forward and support, but at this moment, Jiang Dali’s cold gaze swept over, making the six of them feel as if they were drenched by a bucket of ice water, immediately standing upright with all hair on end, sobered and calmed, all showed expressions of fear and stood still.

"Hehehe...."

Jiang Dali gazed at the West Mountain Six Heroes with a low, disdainful chuckle, mockingly said, "I thought you six were bold and courageous, though somewhat lust-struck and infatuated, at least you had a bit of hot-blooded courage, but why are you just bullies who fear the strong and bully the weak?"

What now? The fairy you kept shouting for is now injured, and you won’t take action?"

"I..."

"We..."

The West Mountain Six Heroes were all flushed, feeling as if countless tiny bugs were crawling all over their faces, feeling utterly humiliated under so many eyes, wishing the ground would open up and swallow them.

"Grand... Grandmaster, is it you who have come personally?"

"Is it you? We know your voice, we’ve often dreamed about you, surely it’s you?"

At this moment, seven Eight Desolate Disciples wearing black hoods gathered around, each of them with eyes sparkling, nervous and excitedly staring at Jiang Dali, at a loss of what to do.

This shout immediately left everyone around in a daze for a moment, then numerous Players among the spectators started buzzing, some finally reacting, seemingly realizing that the voice of the robust man in front of them seemed 70-80% similar to the Black Wind Village Chief.

The West Mountain Six Heroes were all frightened, their hearts almost exploding, staring dumbly at Jiang Dali’s face, utterly at a loss, sweating all over, with one thought echoing in their minds, "Grandmaster, Black... Black Wind Village Chief!?"

"These little brats."

Jiang Dali looked surprised at the seven smart Eight Desolate Disciples, realizing just now in his joyous mood, he had forgotten to deliberately change his voice, thus being recognized by these Players.

Usually, after disguise, unless it’s someone extremely familiar, in such an unfamiliar place in life, it’s still difficult to expose oneself just by voice alone, as the impression of appearance and stature would generally take precedence.

However, for the Players, he was a famous figure often watched on the Jianghu Forum, with every move and his voice long familiar to the Players, making it naturally easy to recognize him.

"Cough cough! I didn’t expect it to be you. I should have thought of it earlier."

At this point, struggling to get up, Fan Qinghui coughed blood from the corner of her mouth, her clear eyes fixed on Jiang Dali, her heart surging, "Master Jiang, since you have acted against Qinghui now, presumably this time you are heading to our Cihang Jingzhai’s mountain gate?"

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