"The bold ones thrive while the timid ones starve. If you can fight, it’s best to fight. I just checked the player rankings; I’m ranked 9,987,762nd, dropping four places since yesterday. Probably because I missed a day due to late arrival. Now I regret it."
As the players were engaged in fervent discussion, two Exotic Birds in the sky swooped down toward the grand doors of Jingyan Palace.
Upon seeing this, hundreds of elite Black Wind Village players, led by Tie Niu in his Mighty God Fist armor, charged fiercely toward the city gates like a black whirlwind.
Just as Jiang Dali, riding the Demon Hawk, arrived at the palace gates, stirring up a storm, hundreds of elite Black Wind Village players had ford a crescent-shaped formation, with each holding Strong Bows, sharp arrows, swords, axes, and spears, gleaming brilliantly in the twilight, nacingly encircling Jiang Dali and his companions as they landed.
In that mont, over a dozen pairs of eyes focused intensely on the seven individuals atop the Exotic Birds, particularly on Jiang Dali’s imposing figure, as he leaped down from the Demon Hawk, hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.
On the plain, even the wild wind seed to stand still, solidified under the gaze of countless viewers.
"Chi Da!"
Eight Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King, Chi ng’s eyes locked tightly on the captured Chi Da beside Jiang Dali, then gravely shifted focus to the Black Wind Village Chief being escorted by many.
Nearby, Bi Yejing’s son, Bi Qifeng, and Master Huyan from the Potala Palace observed with grave expressions, dismounting to greet respectfully.
Jiang Dali, towering and formidable, his eyes gleaming like torches, disheveled hair hanging loose, shirt collar open, revealing robust muscles and gleaming bronze skin, coldly surveyed the trio, finally resting his gaze on Chi ng. He said casually, "You are Chi ng? You don’t differ much from the portrait. Since Master Chi ng has summoned here, surely you have read my letter, and I wonder, is Master soone who understands context?"
Chi ng felt a tremor in his spirit, detecting from Jiang Dali’s regal tone that he intended to leverage his princely political status.
Thoughts raced within but outwardly calm, Chi ng clasped his hands warmly, "I did carefully read Prince’s letter, yet the request to enter the War God Temple—a vital ground of Mongolia—is traditionally barred to outsiders, and Prince’s request is challenging to accept.
However, considering Mongolia’s relations with Song and Jin, and you, Prince, being a distinguished guest, we have reported your request to Si ngba Si, guardian of the War God Temple.
Si has graciously ceased hostilities, proposing a compromise; would Prince be interested in hearing it?"
"Hehehe..."
Jiang Dali chuckled coldly, recognizing that Si ngba had indeed compromised, retorting, "Chi ng, I always reason with people first; if reasoning fails, then I act. Do you realize you’re absolutely unreasonable now?"
Chi ng felt a jolt but smiled, "If anything I did seed improper, please, Prince, kindly instruct; I will correct my errors."
A flash of coldness crossed Jiang Dali’s eyes as he scrutinized Chi ng, saying, "Jingyan Palace was once a grand structure built by Song Country; though it houses the War God Temple, it belongs to Song Country, which in turn belongs to . You Mongolians seized it forcibly.
Song Country is my country; Song Country’s possessions are mine. It’s always who takes from others, never the reverse. You occupy the War God Temple and deny my entry as the owner. Is that not unreasonable?"
Chi ng was astonished; beside him, Bi Qifeng and others also were taken aback, never anticipating the Black Wind Village Chief to twist logic so boldly.
Chi ng hesitated briefly, then suddenly laughed loudly, "Prince, your lesson is right. Perhaps a misunderstanding; actually, Si’s final compromise permits your entry into the temple, providing opportunity to et.
However, aside from the Prince, your companions are barred from entering; this is Si’s set boundary."
"Boundary?"
Jiang Dali scoffed, understanding Si ngba as foreseen, granting entry only to him.
Recognizing their strategic intent clearly, Jiang Dali’s face darkened, "Since I’ve invited friends to tour the War God Temple as the host, I won’t go in alone. Your boundary? Is it possibly more substantial than a Prince’s dignity?"
Chi ng felt instant fury but knowing the formidable opposition, especially Jiang Dali’s uncompromising nature, avoided dispute, suppressing anger, stating, "Prince, should you insist on being obstinate, confrontation may beco inevitable. The War God Temple is crucial to Mongolia; permitting your entry demonstrates Si’s imnse generosity. Please, Prince, consider patiently!"
These words further heightened tension.
"Patiently consider!?"
Jiang Dali laughed in anger, raising a hand to halt Brother Xiao from stepping forward, "Brother Xiao, don’t persuade. I will make them understand now!"
Suddenly, Jiang Dali launched a punch with a fierce vengeance, the impact resembling the ocean conjuring tsunamis, distorting the air.
The autumn chill beca sultry and oppressive from this punch’s force.
The air around plumted like a downdraft targeting Chi ng and company, the terror insidiously targeting everyone or binding them entirely.
Chi ng and company, unaware of the Black Wind Village Chief’s explosive temper, found themselves embroiled once he struck, stunned by his terrifying impact.
Three reacted quickly, roaring angrily to resist, with two Golden Wheels spiraling defensively.
Bi Qifeng released a palm, imbued with True Qi, creating vicious winds freezing the atmosphere.
Master Huyan focused his energy, pressing a palm onto Bi Qifeng’s back, channeling Inner Strength steadily.
Working seamlessly, responding rapidly.
But Jiang Dali’s overwhelming fist carried deadly intensity, crashing like colossal waves within the deep sea, pulverizing all caught in its formation.
Mighty God Fist—Deep Sea Sky Collapse!
With a boom—
"Boom!"
Qi Movent crossfire shaped a vortex, radiating from Jiang Dali outward, those nearby evading; dust and gravel burst explosively, scattering.
Three figures spat blood, propelled backward, akin to fish hurled skyward by underwater detonations, crashing into horses, causing chaos, so sprawling embarrassingly or rolling alive from the ground battered.
Jiang Dali’s attire billowed, black cloak spread like bat wings, standing solitary in the field.
His clothes settled, fist composed, secured by his left hand, dignified and authoritative, "I’ve explained reason; now do you understand rightly?"
Behind, Black Wind Village players closely witnessed this spectacularly aggressive scene, eyes aglow, blood pulsing excitedly.
"The village chief is impressive, utterly dominant!"
"These Mongolian NPCs are truly incorrigible, refusing to talk reasonably, forcing the chief to act!"
"Hit, don’t hold back; strike hard! Their heads must be buzzing now!"
Chi ng’s face flushed briefly, receding, suppressing bloody distress and shock, ready to respond when an odd sensation stirred through everyone’s spirit.
"Hm?"
Jiang Dali sensed sothing, gazing toward Jingyan Palace resting beneath the sunset; a voice surfaced in his mind.
"Champion King, master of reasoning, but in conquest there are victors and vanquished; strength determines supremacy. Jingyan Palace once belonged to Song but was taken by Mongolia, hence Mongolian property.
Master allows Prince to enter for inspection, but your companions must prove their strength, aligning with the concept that might holds dominion. What does Prince feel about this?"
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