Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, wanting to say that it was their own slow response and lack of understanding.
But seeing that Li Xiangfang’s people had already begun to fall into disadvantage and her complexion was also gradually worsening, she prudently closed her mouth.
Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall and Yu Cheng’an had already developed great admiration for Wang Yuyan at this point.
Although Miss Wang’s explanation of Martial Arts hadn’t really helped others much, her capability of being exceptionally learned and knowledgeable had earned their profound respect.
Knowing now that Miss Wang was not just a decorative vase, it was no wonder the village chief, who usually did not indulge in feminine charm, often kept Miss Wang by his side and frequently discussed Martial Arts with her at night.
Initially, they had mistakenly thought that the village chief was only pretending to be proper, discussing Martial Arts with Miss Wang under the guise of engaging in respectable activities every night.
Now they truly understood that both the village chief and Miss Wang were above reproach, and were thoroughly obsessed with Martial Arts.
At this mont, the situation between the two sides had reached a stalemate.
Though the Heavenly Demoness and the Red River Three Killers had gained the upper hand, they were, after all, fewer in number, and the consumption of Physical Strength and Inner Strength was extrely high, leading to a prolonged and indeterminate battle.
Li Xiangfang shifted her gaze, looking at the two close experts by her side.
Realizing her intent, the two experts were about to join the battle.
Suddenly, a sinister and wild laugh erupted from the distant water bank, the intensity of the Inner Strength in the voice was so strong it was almost seventy percent as powerful as Jiang Dali’s earlier roar.
Instantly, everyone on board the rchant ship changed their expressions.
Only to see a blue figure, ghost-like, circle over the water bank before swooping onto the ship with several bouts of wolf-like hysterical laughter.
The distance between the water and the bank was nearly a hundred feet, yet this person had lightly tapped the water only twice to cross it, his speed and movent technique were incredibly terrifying.
Many people on the rchant ship only saw a flash of blue before a tall, thin figure was already aboard, his hands swirling wind "whoosh whoosh" as he struck two palms towards He Taichong and his wife.
"It’s the Sky Wolf Venerable, do not straightforwardly block his Heart-breaking Blood-breaking Palm!"
He Taichong shouted loudly, and imdiately along with his wife, drew their swords to defend.
With two ringing clangs.
Both individuals’ faces turned crimson as they were struck, nearly flying backwards and crashing into a table behind them, becoming thoroughly drenched.
anwhile, the blue figure that the Sky Wolf Venerable had transford into had not yet withdrawn his attack, continuing like a ghost, circle around mid-air and swooping into another battle circle, his Dark Force surged, forcing an invisible force wave that caused everyone confronting the Red River Three Killers to retreat several steps.
By the ti the blue figure moved and finally landed, he ca to a stop next to the Heavenly Demoness, turning out to be a tall, thin middle-aged man with a gaunt, long face and eyes flickering cruelly like a fierce wolf.
"Sky Wolf Venerable!"
"The Sky Wolf Venerable has actually co."
Many people on the rchant ship cried out in alarm, their expressions changing.
Li Xiangfang’s pretty face also turned grim, sensing trouble, as the Sky Wolf Venerable was completely unexpected based on the information she had received; why was he here as well?
Now that the Sky Wolf Venerable had arrived, could it be that one of the three great experts of the Western Regions Demon Sect, Jizu Taoist, and people from the Holy Sect might also co?
Just then, another bizarre laugh, sounding like a rooster crowing at dawn from a farmhouse, burst forth.
"Kokokoko, Sky Wolf Venerable, don’t you scare Princess Li. You don’t care for tenderness, but I, Jizu Taoist, cherish it dearly."
Above the water, a gaunt figure like a rooster flapping its wings vigorously fluttered toward them, quickly stirring up a violent wind and landing on the rchant ship’s deck.
It was a figure wearing a tall red hat resembling a rooster’s comb, dressed in colorful and bizarre clothing, with a pair of hands that were withered and black like real chicken claws.
This was indeed one of the three great experts of the Western Regions Demon Sect—Jizu Taoist.
Despite his ridiculous na, nearly everyone present couldn’t laugh.
Because this ludicrous na represented formidable strength.
Yet at that mont, a scoffing laugh still rang out, growing louder and louder, seemingly encountering sothing extrely amusing, bold and full of mockery.
Jiang Dali laughed, speaking to Ancestor Gold Palace beside him, "You say there are people nad Sea Dragon and Flying Heavenly Divine Eagle, that does sound quite imposing. But hearing soone nad Jizu Taoist is news to , isn’t it laughable?
Shall we try roasting and tasting so chicken feet later?"
Ancestor Gold Palace, known as the Fire King and inherently arrogant, followed Jiang Dali’s lead laughing, "Village chief, you’re right. I’ve just roasted pig’s trotters, if this Jizu Taoist’s chicken feet also taste good, I’ll roast them well and try."
The dialogue between these two imdiately infuriated the just-embarked Jizu Taoist, his eyes flashed sharply, and he glowered coldly and viciously at the banquet cabin where Jiang Dali was located, shouting lowly.
"Which inexperienced young boy dares to mock this Taoist? Surely not soone seeking..."
Before Jizu Taoist could finish his sentence, his gaze t Jiang Dali sitting inside the banquet hall, the robust figure made him pause mid-sentence, a sudden inexplicable chill ran through him, an alarm blaring frantically, like encountering a natural predator, he inexplicably felt a trace of fear.
"You... Who might you be?"
Jizu Taoist stared in surprise and uncertainty at Jiang Dali inside the banquet hall.
"Village chief?...you, Black Wind Village Chief!?"
The nearby Sky Wolf Venerable’s expression also changed, recalling the Fire King’s reference to Jiang Dali, his eyes narrowed, instinctively retreating a step, he fixated on Jiang Dali, who was calmly joking inside the banquet hall, and glanced toward the bald big man, Ancestor Gold Palace, further confirming Jiang Dali’s identity.
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