Chapter 15: The Right Way to Die

"Jiang Dali? Haha, this name is too old-fashioned. It's obvious that he is just an insignificant person."

"It looks like he's the leader, maybe a small boss in the early stages. If Master Hu seriously injures this guy later, will we have a chance to pick up the slack and finish him off?"

"If we kill a small boss like this, I'm afraid we will get a lot of cultivation points and potential points, right?"

When a group of players saw Jiang Dali coming down the mountain trail with a bunch of younger brothers, they were startled at first, but then they became excited and whispered to each other, greed and excitement gradually emerging on their faces.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

Now these players have just entered the game and have not learned any martial arts, but they are really not afraid of death, especially when they can gain benefits.

At this moment, in Jiang Dali 's eyes, all the people in front of him had hostile red light on them. Perhaps the only difference was that the names above the heads of the players on the opposite side were black.

"Boss, Boss, help me!"

"Boss, this old dog is too cruel. He broke my hand!"

The five bandits who were subdued and knocked to the ground saw Jiang Dali and shouted in surprise.

"Behave yourself!"

The martial arts master Hu Ling kicked a bandit so hard that he rolled over on the ground and screamed in pain.

Jiang Dali's face turned slightly cold, "Old man, you beat my people in front of me, I think you have lived enough."

"Hahahaha, how shameless."

Hu Ling looked at Jiang Dali coldly with a sharp look in his eyes, "You are the young man who just took the position of the leader of the Black Wind Village. You are so arrogant. No wonder these scum you brought out are restless and dare to kill people indiscriminately outside the county town. You have no law at all!

It's a pity that you don't even know that you are just a pawn. You are pushed to the position of the boss and die. "

"oh?"

Jiang Dali raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you know something that I'm interested in. Do you want to tell me now, or wait until I beat you half to death?"

"How dare you! You bully, I'll kill you!"

Swish swish——

The two martial arts school disciples shouted angrily, and jumped out from the left and right to attack Jiang Dali.

One of them danced with a dagger, creating silver flowers, while the other one punched Jiang Dali's vitals like a meteor.

"Two little fellows of the same generation as your disciples, dare you to come here and die?"

Jiang Dali sneered, his body did not move at all, but his internal energy exploded and rotated.

boom!

His whole body was filled with a rising aura, and his already tall and majestic figure swelled again like a devil. His hair burst through the headband like a black waterfall, and under his thin clothes were bulging and strong muscles, which were hard, brave, and domineering, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable sense of power.

"Iron Shirt! Inner Qi Realm?"

Hu Ling's expression suddenly changed and he was very surprised.

A group of players were so stimulated and frightened that they kept shouting “Fuck, fuck”.

clang!

boom!

The moment the two attacks from the left and the right hit Jiang Dali, they were dissolved into nothingness by the tremendous force erupting from his body.

The two people, including the martial arts disciple, were shocked and took several steps back.

But before they could react.

The figure in front of them blurred, and two huge slaps fell from the sky, hitting them hard on the face, one on the left and one on the right.

Snapped--!

Two noises were made.

The two martial arts disciples felt as if they were hit hard in the face by a door panel. Their necks made a sound as if they could not bear the weight. Their tongues were squeezed out of their mouths, and their teeth flew out as well. Their whole bodies flew out.

"stop!"

Hu Ling was shocked and angry and was about to go and pick up the two disciples.

"You said stop, so stop?" Jiang Dali sneered and shook his hands violently. With a snap, his sleeves were pulled straight like a whip by the impact of the energy. A willow leaf dart turned into dozens of black dots, like deadly locusts, whirring towards Hu Ling and others.

Suddenly everyone changed color and became a mess.

Hu Ling was shocked and shouted angrily. His aura suddenly became stronger. He spread out his hands and swept away all the hidden weapons with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh". They fell on the ground around him with a "ding-dong-dong" sound.

His palms were filled with internal energy, and were like a pair of iron palms. They were as flexible as a pair of iron shields in his hands. He quickly knocked away the hidden weapon and pounced towards Jiang Dali like a tiger.

But at that moment, he caught a glimpse of a black light passing by out of the corner of his eye, and a strong wind was approaching in an instant.

"asshole!"

He turned around quickly, listening to the wind to determine his position, but he did not avoid it completely. He only felt a tearing pain in his left arm.

At that moment, an extremely intimidating force of oppression came along with the approach of a huge and tall figure. Jiang Dali's thick arm, which was wrapped with blue veins like a chain, struck out fiercely.

"Take this palm from me!"

"Boom!" There was a dull sound, and a palm force burst out that could break a monument and split rocks.

Hu Ling barely managed to catch his breath, and swung his palm in horror to meet the attack. When the two palms touched, there was a sound of thunder , and the aftermath of the energy was as turbulent as waves. Hu Ling screamed, and his entire right arm was abnormally twisted and he staggered backward.

"master!"

A group of martial arts disciples screamed and tried to rescue them, but were besieged by bandits.

Jiang Dali rushed towards Hu Ling with big strides like a dragon.

Hu Ling hurriedly dodged and shouted, "Wait, wait, my dear, this is just a misunderstanding. I can tell you anything you want to know!"

A hideous smile appeared on Jiang Dali's face, and a hint of mockery and cruelty appeared in his eyes.

"late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an evil wind blew up, and he seized the opportunity to approach like a tiger leaping over a ravine, and his fist as big as a rice bowl fell down fiercely and smashed hard.

“Ahhh! This is too much!”

Hu Ling roared hysterically, his face and palms instantly turned black, his internal energy surged, and he attacked with his left palm.

boom!--

The entire ground shook violently.

The compacted soil cracked.

Hu Ling groaned and screamed, and retreated seven or eight steps. Each step left an extremely deep footprint on the ground. In the end, he sat down on the ground with a thud. His hands fell limply. His internal organs were dislocated by the shock, and blood was oozing from his mouth. His face was pale.

"master!"

Upon seeing this, a group of martial arts disciples were terrified and screamed, trying together to come to the rescue.

A group of players who had already hidden in the corner were extremely terrified. They had never expected the current situation to be like this.

"If I, the Black Wind Village, were a soft persimmon, I would deserve death !"

Jiang Dali's face was as cold and hard as steel. He circled his palms quickly and stretched out his ten fingers suddenly. The hidden weapons between his fingers suddenly swung out in all directions.

Suddenly, screams filled the mountain path.

When the hidden weapons stopped, the screams gradually subsided.

There were already more than a dozen corpses on the ground, all with their chests pierced and their brains split, it was a horrible sight.

The group of players were all shocked and looked as pale as quails.

Although they were not afraid of death when they were forced into a corner, they were completely unaccustomed to such a real and bloody scene.

"Death to you thief!"

When Hu Ling saw all his disciples dead, he was so angry that he rushed out roaring.

Jiang Dali turned around and raised his knife.

"Ding ding ding!"

The nine rings rang at the same time, like the sound of death.

The back of the thick, gold-backed nine-ring knife hit Hu Ling's neck hard and sharply.

Hu Ling groaned miserably and fainted.