CHAPTER 922: CHAPTER 733: POWER WITHOUT FATE, TEN SIDES AMBUSH! (BONUS CHAPTER 14 FOR MONTHLY TICKETS)

Jiang Dali didn’t care about the debates of these fools.

No matter whether he had a destiny chart or not, and how he might obtain one in the future, these were matters to be managed step by step, not something to be rushed.

Not having a destiny chart does not mean one cannot contend with those who do.

For example, he currently controlled Shuanglong and had become Nie Feng’s uncle. Now, it was only Bu Jingyun, who was not easy to open up to, that he was slowly getting in touch with.

As long as he controlled these ancient text protagonists with destiny charts, it was not certain that he could not vie for the world in the future.

"Speaking of which... Nie Renwang’s woman, Yan Ying, was also someone with a destiny chart. She was jokingly referred to as the King’s Emblem in the past life. Any man who wished to dominate the Martial Arts and did not win Yan Ying, could not be considered an overlord of the Martial Arts...

Later on, Xiong Ba killed Yan Ying before Po Jun. Could this be because the destiny charts clashed, leading to Xiong Ba’s failure to unify the world ultimately?"

Jiang Dali reminisced about the contents of the ancient texts he obtained in his past life, thinking mockingly.

However, these ancient texts could only serve as references at present.

After all, the information from the ancient texts obtained in the past life was fragmented and disconnected.

Many pieces of information lacked coherent clues.

In the past life, until the point of his rebirth, Feng Yun hadn’t grown up. Whether players would intervene in the Mixed Martial Arts World’s landscape as they matured, and whether Xiong Ba’s World Association would ultimately dominate the world as recorded in the ancient texts, is uncertain.

In this life, with him leading the Black Wind Village, it had already created an extraordinary change in the world’s dynamics.

"Village Chief, you’ve been in a daze for quite some time. Look, the Fake Phoenix seems to be ill."

Wang Yuyan’s voice came from beside, interrupting Jiang Dali’s thoughts.

Jiang Dali collected his thoughts, exited the Jianghu Forum, and frowned as he looked at the Fake Phoenix flying nearby.

He saw that the flames on the Fake Phoenix had grown weaker than the previous day, and some parts of its body had lost their flames, revealing black feathers.

Since leaving the Flame Mountains of Sword Casting City and flying north, the Fake Phoenix seemed unable to adapt to the changing climate, and the flames on its body weakened further, losing its initial powerful aura.

"Is this because of climate change and incompatibility with water and soil?"

Jiang Dali opened the panel to check but found no abnormalities or prompts.

The Fake Phoenix’s Qi-Blood was also stable.

The only difference was that as the flames on its body weakened, its strength and aura began to diminish as well.

Jiang Dali took off his war boots and long pants, then performed the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body.

He took a deep breath, soared, and leaped onto the back of the Fake Phoenix.

After a difficult communication session, it was finally determined that the Fake Phoenix could only maintain the active state of its Phoenix Bloodline and possess immense power if it stayed in hot climates or volcanic areas for long.

If it stayed away from suitable habitats for too long, the Phoenix Bloodline would gradually go dormant due to environmental changes, and its strength would naturally decrease.

It was inferred that if the Fake Phoenix stayed in a cold climate for too long, it might even regress, with the Phoenix Bloodline completely going dormant.

"The Fake Phoenix is truly a Fake Phoenix, who’d have thought it would be picky about its environment."

Jiang Dali found it difficult to satisfy, "It seems unrealistic for me to travel with the Fake Phoenix for long periods; after taking it out for a spin, it needs to return to a volcanic area to restore its bloodline power."

After confirming that the Fake Phoenix wasn’t in danger, Jiang Dali continued urging the two birds to fly north, heading straight for Ice and Fire Island.

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Two days later.

Two Black Birds with wings as black as the Demon Hawk’s flew in tandem over Ice and Fire Island, where the gulls gathered, startling a flock of egrets.

A joyous and high-pitched bird call came from the dense forest below, and soon a large bird with vibrant and beautiful plumage flew out from the forest. It was none other than the Divine Phoenix with multicolored tail feathers trailing behind.

On the back of the Divine Phoenix, Dongfang Bubai wore a black robe and black coronet hat, holding a folding fan.

Although Dongfang’s attire was very neutral and dashing, the red lips were fresh and lovely, with those sparkling, enchanting eyes gazing at Jiang Dali on the back of the Fake Phoenix, as dark as the Demon Hawk, with a slight smile on the lips.

"Brother Li, you’ve recently been roaming the Martial World with two beauties. You truly are in high spirits, playing the zither with the sound of wind. Yet, I wonder if your skills have fallen behind?"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, standing up on the now completely flame-free back of the Fake Phoenix, proudly looking at Dongfang Bubai, "It seems you’ve come to challenge me as soon as you arrived? Have your skills also improved?"

"What do you think?"

Dongfang Bubai snorted softly, the once dazzlingly majestic eyes shooting out a captivating divine light, focusing on Jiang Dali.

Instantly, their eyes locked on each other.

The Divine Phoenix also seemed to notice something amiss, observing that the Fake Phoenix under Jiang Dali’s feet, flying wing to wing with the Demon Hawk, posed a considerable threat as its wings matched the Demon Hawk’s.

Most importantly, the Fake Phoenix’s wings were as large as the Demon Hawk’s, almost posing a significant threat, causing the Divine Phoenix to take a defensive stance, glaring at the Fake Phoenix, with its throat vibrating in a threatening chirp.

At that moment, the two pairs, the two birds, stood still in the air, each releasing their momentum, the air tense, as if on the cusp of clashing!

Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing exchanged glances, wanting to intervene, but faced with the frosty Dongfang Bubai and the eager village chief, they didn’t know how to intervene.

Perhaps this was merely their customary way to greet each other each time they met.

The long wind in the air gradually became smaller, with only the distant crashing sound of waves lapping against the rocks.

Jiang Dali and Dongfang Bubai stared into each other’s eyes, searching for the other’s flaws and an opportunity to strike. If either displayed any sign of weakness, the other would sense it immediately and launch a fierce attack.

Splash—

As dusk approached, the sea levels rose, waves churned and rolled, spewing white foam, the sound of the tides echoing with philosophical and enlightening undertones like the poetic rhythm of the sea.

Suddenly, Murong Qingqing strummed a gentle zither sound.

The single zither note seamlessly blended into the ocean tides, bringing a melody akin to a celestial tune that resonated with one’s heartstrings.

Almost in that instant.

Dongfang Bubai spread the folding fan, releasing a burst of nearly invisible needles aimed straight at Jiang Dali’s eyes.

Taking advantage of the fleeting moment, Dongfang Bubai leaped into the air, moving faster than lightning, vanishing from Jiang Dali’s sight.

Countless invisible threads, under the influence of the Heaven and Earth Power, entwined in the sky, beautiful and fantastical, yet filled with lethal intentions.

The zither music’s rhythm changed, becoming the tune of "Ten Sides Ambush," like the tolling of a thousand golden bells, resonating with the crashing waves, creating a formation charging towards the enemy like a thousand galloping warhorses.

"Haha!"

Jiang Dali opened his mouth wide, stretching out both arms, all his body hair standing on end like needles, his whole body radiating with a dazzling golden light, his eyes shooting a stern beam at the nearly approaching shadows of the needles.

"Come on! Let me test how far you’ve come!"...

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(Asking for monthly and recommendation tickets! Sorry! This Chapter is delayed, at ten o’clock I only wrote two thousand words, so I wrote a bit more before publishing, asking for monthly tickets)