Wandering Man

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel.
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Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight.
There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts!
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The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides.
Flattering praises from these players are incessant.
'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!'
'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?'
'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.'
A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.'
In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....

Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Everyone on the Jianghu Forum was venting, resolving to capture and torture more players from Tyrant Hall given the chance.


At the same time, their hearts were filled with trepidation and doubt.


Would the village chief actually come to rescue them?


If the village chief got the message, maybe he really might come.


But in this world, transportation and communication are inconvenient.


By the time the village chief got the message and really hurried over, how much later would it be?


Some of the female players' babies wouldn't all have been born by then, would they?


A group of Black Wind Village players hanging out on Diao Mountain Peak let their thoughts run wild, eagerly awaiting with bated breath, as they stared blankly at the Heavenly Vault in the distance.


The terrain in the Western Regions was vast, and autumn there felt even more desolate.


The expansive sky seemed veiled by a layer of gray curtain.


128-129: The state of Martial Arts No Self, Marriage Dress Divine Skill (Guaranteed base of 6000 characters)_2