Chapter 1530: Chapter 1177: The Mastermind! The Pressure on Jiang Dali Emerges! (Monthly Ticket Request)

Jiang Dali said in a deep voice, "If All-knowing Madman really died at the hands of the so-called Black Hand, then the hint he gave me must be information regarding that person’s whereabouts. That information is..."

"Don’t say it out loud!"

Ying Yuan stopped him with a low shout, his eyes shining as he looked at Jiang Dali, "This person can repeatedly interfere with Senior Bai Xiao’s divination, manipulating and disrupting the patterns of the Martial World from the shadows. He must be skilled in face reading, and we still don’t know much about him. The closer we get to him, the more we’ll be caught in his calculations.

So, before we have enough strength... don’t say it out loud for now...!

For now, the only fortunate thing is that, for some unknown reason, this Black Hand seems to be setting up a grand scheme, which is why he hasn’t made any moves against us.

Moreover, he doesn’t seem to be the one Senior Bai Xiao predicted to be collaborating with the Eternal Life God, but rather the one who caused Senior Wu Ming’s disappearance."

"The one who caused Wu Ming’s disappearance? Could he be the one recorded in the secret information provided by Bai Suzhen and the Song Kingdom Royal Family... the great enemy of the Eternal Life God?"

Jiang Dali’s mind flashed with inspiration, his expression shifting rapidly, and suddenly he clenched his fist, veins on his arm bulging like writhing worms beneath his skin.

Strength!

Again, strength!

He prided himself on his strength, but at this moment, it turned into a burden. Not only was he unable to compete with the Eternal Life God, but he didn’t even have the qualifications to confront the Black Hand, feeling oppressed and angry as if being looked down upon from above.

"Brother Jiang, you don’t need to belittle or despair. How old are you now? When my father was your age, his strength was not as great as yours. Both the Eternal Life God and that Black Hand are much older than you."

Ying Yuan looked at Jiang Dali, comfortingly smiling, "Since neither of them can involve you, this is actually a good thing. We still have opportunities! Even though Senior Bai Xiao met misfortune, it was the road he chose.

Faced with a swordsman, one must present their sword. As a skilled diviner like Senior Bai Xiao, he naturally wanted to experience the prowess of another master of the same path, even if it meant paying the ultimate price."

"You don’t need to comfort me! That All-knowing Madman paid with his life to create an opportunity for me, which is indeed infuriating!"

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, took a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed at the windswept tumultuous Feng Yun in the distance, his gaze growing sharp and cold.

He does not refuse the sentiment of All-knowing Madman.

But he does not wish to suddenly owe someone a life.

Jiang Dali stubbornly entered the Jianghu Forum and noticed some noteworthy posts on the Divine Martial Country’s board.

In some of these posts, there is information about players gathering near All-knowing Madman’s residence after Jiang Dali’s departure.

Yet none of the players who posted actually entered the residence. The content mostly speculated on the identity of the residence owner, with no posts recording any fighting that occurred within.

Jiang Dali no longer holds much hope.

Because if Tianji Twenty-Five’s spiritual remnant has reacted and provided information, it proves that All-knowing Madman has already had contact with the Black Hand; otherwise, he couldn’t have provided the corresponding information.

"Extreme North... Ancient Qin... a strong one from the Ancient Qin State?"

"Roar!!"

The Demon Dragon let out a wild howl, further accelerating, taking Jiang Dali’s thoughts away.

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Shu.

In the region south of Moxi Town and Hailuo Gully, there is a deep forest.

The forest is dark, sinister, and quiet, with ancient trees standing tall amidst low shrubby bushes, entwined with vines.

The dense foliage casts a shadow like a dark celestial vault, where the sun never shines even on clear days, and sometimes dark clouds drift above.

On this day, an enormous bald eagle suddenly flew in, landing within the forest.

From the back of the giant eagle, sprang a nimble figure wearing a bamboo hat and a cloak.

After landing, he looked at a map-like scroll in his hand, carefully identifying the area before arriving at a towering ancient tree, raising his hand to strike a protruding spot on the tree.

A loud "boom" echoed, and within a square yard beneath his feet, the grass began to sink slowly into the ground, rapidly descending along with his figure until it reached the depths and gradually stopped.

"Roar!!!"

Almost as he descended to the depths, a dense and intense roar of beasts erupted from the surrounding darkness, transforming into an extremely terrifying impact charging at him.

Even though the man with the bamboo hat was prepared and strong in power, he was still momentarily struck pale, retreating a step.

Just as he retreated a step, a thunderous "boom" echoed, as though ten thousand iron stakes simultaneously fell to the ground within the corridor, shaking the floor with a tremendous roar, and within the darkness on both sides, tens of thousands of pairs of scarlet aggressive eyes lit up like numerous ghost fires, all locked onto the man with the bamboo hat.

Upon closer inspection, both sides of this corridor were filled with impassive, robust men, seemingly devoid of thoughts, numbering tens of thousands.

The man with the bamboo hat’s expression changed sharply, grabbing the sword hilt!

"Clang!"

An explosive Sword Intent erupted from the longsword at his waist, colliding with the momentum of the tens of thousands of fierce men, transmitting deep into the corridor.

"Eternal Life God! I have urgent matters to discuss!"

"Shocking Sky Electric Sword?"

An invisible yet overwhelmingly powerful oppressive force suddenly surged from the end of the corridor like a monstrous beast, pressing heavily towards the man with the bamboo hat.

This was an ineffable, peerless oppressive force!

A terrifying pressure capable of forcing countless thousands to bow!

The pressure of the Return to Truth stage, the Eternal Life God!

Crack!! ————

The man with the bamboo hat barely pulled out half the longsword before being forced to sheathe it, his body recoiling back two steps, almost sitting on the ground, with the bamboo hat on his head shattered instantly, revealing a face flushed scarlet from exertion.

At this moment, the oppressive force slightly abated, seemingly just a show of strength.

The cold and mysterious voice faded out again, "The Shocking Sky Sword Sect of the Holy Dynasty has long been annihilated, leaving only Dugu Sword Demon who once acquired the Heavenly Sword Manual, and among its techniques, one known as the Shocking Sky Electric Sword entrusted to the Wan Family. It seems you are from the Wan Family of the Holy Dynasty?"

The man with the bamboo hat snorted, his red face easing, forced to maintain a calm smile, "Why couldn’t I be someone associated with Dugu Sword Demon?"

The invincible momentum within the corridor intensified again, coldly replying, "Because you aren’t worthy of being associated with Dugu Sword Demon! You aren’t even worthy of calling him that!"

The man’s anger and humiliation surged, his breathing hastening.

"Abandon the so-called superiority and arrogance of you Holy Dynasty people, for in front of this God, you have nothing to be proud of! Tell this God your purpose!"

"You are right. In your presence, indeed, I have nothing to be proud of, and I apologize for my earlier offense. I ask for your understanding!"

The man took a deep breath, considering the opponent’s astonishing power, suppressing his anger and regaining composure, he drew a letter sealed with gold lacquered red mud from his breast, saying, "This is a personal letter written by our Clan Elder, Wan Lin, for you! Please have a look!"

"That old fellow Wan Lin... he is the fifth generation Clan Leader of the Wan Family, now the Clan Elder... he indeed qualifies to communicate with this God."

With a whoosh.

The letter floated automatically from the man’s hand, then unfolded in mid-air, brushed by a mighty yet ethereal Primordial Spirit, and in the next instant, shattered into powder.

The man was taken aback and was about to inquire.

A faint laugh echoed again from the depths of the corridor, apparently, after reading the letter, the mood of the God felt pleasant, causing the man’s heart to ease.

"This God understands, offer my regards to your Clan Elder and Clan Leader. You may leave."

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking another look at the silent line of puppets on either side, bowing respectfully before quickly leaving...

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