The Hundred-Year-Old Rogue King, the Duel on Black Wind Mountain

The torrential rain poured down without end, as if countless needles and threads were interweaving through the air, densely stitching heaven and earth together.

Ordinary people saw only the rain—leaning against a tower to listen to wind and rain, calmly watching the paths of the martial world.

But Jiang Dali saw killing intent filling the sky.

For Dongfang Bubai, this downpour was undoubtedly the perfect killing ground for unleashing a bloody storm.

Every raindrop could be fully utilized by her Sunflower True Qi, so precise that even a single hair could be turned from yielding softness into tempered steel. Each drop became an impossible-to-guard-against rain needle, stirring up a rain of blood.

Back when Dongfang Bubai had yet to obtain the complete Sunflower Manual and could not perfectly transform between yin and yang, she had been unable to use such an ability.

But now, having cultivated the complete Sunflower Manual, reached the Heavenly Being 6th Realm, acquired the Heavenly Thunder Yang God and Eight-Headed Poison Blood, and widened her meridians, Dongfang Bubai had already surpassed the old eunuch of the same realm from the past by far.

With the yin-yang transformations of Sunflower True Qi, even gentle rain could instantly become fierce, yang-infused killing needles.

Thus, when receiving the six major sects who had come from afar, Jiang Dali felt no need to personally act. Dongfang Bubai and Wanwan would give these distant guests a warm reception on his behalf.

As for having Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng accompany them, that was to guard against other formidable experts hiding in the shadows and prevent an upset.

Another quarter of an hour had passed since the hundreds of villagers humiliated the six major sects. The clepsydra at the corner of the nearby hall faithfully recorded that it was now the Hour