Free Web NovelChapter 1686: Chapter 1299: The Demon Lord Awakens! A Man Must Fight!
But for other powers such as Death Crossing, Snow Crossing, Scripture Crossing, and Heartless Crossing, due to the body’s weakness, I can only exert up to sixty percent of my power. More than that, and the body cannot withstand it. Perhaps in another year or so, I might be able to unleash my full potential."
"A year or so... that’s too long..."
Jiang Dali shook his head slightly, looking seriously at Bai Suzhen, "I’ve planned to set out for the Heavenly Gate today and have a final battle with Shakyamuni. If we delay further, I’m afraid we’ll lose more opportunities."
Actually, given his development model, if he could continue to delay, harvesting more from the players, his power would soon catch up to and even surpass Shakyamuni.
But constrained by the continuous effects of the Blood God Pill within Wu Ming, by the increasingly fierce expansion of the Heavenly Gate, and by the impending opening of the Mixed Martial Arts World to another large batch of players by the Supreme Alliance... whether to seize the moment or to ensure Black Wind Village’s dominance once more players enter... he must resolve matters with Shakyamuni immediately, ensuring Black Wind Village becomes the indisputable number one force among the vassal states.
Bai Suzhen stared fixedly at Jiang Dali, contemplating quietly before sighing, "Since time is so pressing, I shall accompany you."
Jiang Dali’s body trembled slightly, catching a glimpse in Bai Suzhen’s eyes of that same emotion he had seen fleetingly at the God-searching Palace. His heart suddenly confused, that complex, strange feeling swirling again. He could only feign ignorance, nodding, "Your power hasn’t fully recovered; I shouldn’t let you come. But this battle is decisive. We are confident we can defeat Shakyamuni, but we aren’t certain we can stop him. If your Earth-level Mahavira can act at the critical moment, it may be able to, together with my Power Level Mahavira, suppress his Heavenly Level Mahavira."
He then informed her of Shakyamuni’s consumption of the Eternal Life God’s Heavenly Level Mahavira and detailed his various bizarre martial arts to Bai Suzhen.
After exchanging for a while in the room, they all exited, and once Bai Suzhen had changed her clothes, they immediately set off.
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Being able to wait until Bai Suzhen awoke before heading to the Heavenly Gate, Jiang Dali felt somewhat invigorated.
Although she was not yet accustomed to her weakened body after waking, and her power was only at sixty percent, she was truly a Returning to Truth 8th Realm expert, surpassing Zhang Sanfeng, Yin Zhong, and Sword Saint. Not to mention, she had evidently progressed even further this time, making her a considerable ally, even with sixty percent power.
While waiting for Bai Suzhen to change clothes, Jiang Dali summoned the freshly washed and cleaned Ping Shengaoqi, Tie Niu, and Ning Su, preparing to bring them along to the Heavenly Gate.
He wanted these three to defeat the newly risen Heavenly Person Ghost Fire players of Heavenly Gate before all players, boosting the momentum of the Mountain Village.
After all, the Heavenly Gate was not the same as the old World Association.
The World Association had more than three hundred branches, but the Heavenly Gate had none.
The Heavenly Gate had only one main altar, located on Snow God Mountain.
Thus, deciding to launch a power struggle against the Heavenly Gate, Jiang Dali no longer summoned the numerous Mountain Village brothers and Eight Desolate Disciples to journey thousands of miles to initiate a sweeping battle across the Martial World. Instead, he brought only the three players as representatives.
To resolve the Heavenly Gate, one must only resolve Shakyamuni, and the Heavenly Gate will collapse without attack.
But this did not mean the Heavenly Gate was easier to defeat than the World Association.
The difficulty of defeating or even killing Shakyamuni, who had swallowed the Phoenix Blood and lived for over a thousand years, was so great that Jiang Dali, even with complete preparation, could not be entirely confident.
This was not only because Shakyamuni’s extremely tricky Seven No Absolute Realm was a headache, but also because now that Shakyamuni had mastered the Heavenly Level Mahavira, he was even more formidable. Even if outnumbered at the time, his escape might still be easy.
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In the high sky, the Demon Dragon powerfully sped through, the fierce wind rushing around as if dozens of wild wolves were howling in unison, whipping everyone’s hair into a frenzy.
On the dragon’s back, Jiang Dali stood foremost with a black cloak billowing, arms crossed, gazing at the distant forests and mountains ahead. Below, a massive Yangtze River flowed eastward, waves churned by the strong wind, rolling away like heavy, turbid waves.
In the northeast, Xuantian was a dragon; who will dominate this journey to the Heavenly Gate?
Along the waterways and main roads on both banks of the Yangtze below, in the cities and cropland, countless people were startled by the Demon Dragon passing overheard, raising their heads to gaze in shock, pointing and discussing.
Meanwhile, between the mountain roads leading from the Divine Martial Country to the Qin State, the Fire Qilin raced swiftly from west to south. On its wide, flaming back, a figure clad in fearsome, sharp black armor sat regally, leaving a blackened trail, forcing travelers to step aside in shock, all wondering how the Black Wind Village Chief appeared here.
On the Ancient Qin carriageway, a shabby old Taoist with a turtle-back and crane hair strolled leisurely. With each step, he seemed to shrink the ground under his feet like a gourd, crossing more than dozens of yards in the blink of an eye, as if a celestial being.
The Martial World was abuzz; forums filled with players buzzing in speculation, combining news of the Demon Dragon soaring, the Qilin appearing, and the Taoist descending from the mountains, feeling that something big might occur.
Since Shaolin remained a passive observer, the entire Martial World now watched to see if Black Wind Village and Wudang Mountain would pressure the rampant Heavenly Gate.
Although neither side had officially announced the power struggle, the unusual movements seemed to signal a dangerous and thrilling message.
Players, particularly sensitive to various intelligence reports, first began to buzz, making all sorts of speculative news spread noisily everywhere.
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A little while later.
On the great grassland.
Two people raised their cups, drinking together with immense enthusiasm.
One finished his drink, sighed, "Brother Xiao, since the village chief didn’t notify you this time, you really don’t have to..."
"Ah!—"
The robust man across suddenly raised his hand to stop him, then lifted his Protective Bracelet to wipe the wine from his lips, laughing heartily, "Whether or not the benefactor notified me, now that I know this, I must go to help! I, Xiao, may have not risen in strength as swiftly as the benefactor, and now lag behind in power, but I drink when there’s wine, and I fight when there’s a battle! Only thus can one constantly advance boldly! This time is no exception."
"Brother Xiao, you truly are a great man."
Chamu Long sighed admiringly, honoring heroes, realizing that though proud and lofty, he was already moved by Xiao Feng’s heroic spirit. He raised his cup again in commendation, "Brother Xiao, you have mastered the Eight Dragon Balls, firmly establishing your power at the Heavenly Human 9th Realm. Your martial arts talent is exceptionally brilliant and smooth, while the village chief, though similarly smooth, has endured battle after battle of life and death. You indeed need a thrilling, intense battle to possibly break through under pressure. Hence, I won’t dissuade you anymore."
"Hahaha!—wise not to dissuade! Let’s have another drink, and I’m off; Azhu will be under your care, Brother Cha Mu."
Xiao Feng laughed heartily, rose, and turned to leave.
Jiang Dali recognized him as a brother, believing he should stay on the grasslands herding sheep and cattle, away from the troubles of the Martial World. But given Xiao Feng’s nature of treating drinking like martial arts practice, how could he remain idle? With his generous, bold personality, how could he fail to aid a brother when in need...
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(A long Chapter, there’s a talk tomorrow, and if my evening workout isn’t too long, I’ll add another Chapter!)
