Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1545 - 353: Kunlun Elders: Who Dared Ruin My Plans! (2)

A single strike of the blade was unleashed.

Whoosh...

Folks had figured it would remain as serene as an ancient well, considering the power of the Holding Core Realm; even drawing out the Sword Gang would count as a notable feat.

However, the moment the sword swung forth, a fearsome Sword Gang tore across the heavens without warning.

Ma Fude had planned to finish off Sun Cong in one fell swoop, but the sight of that Sword Gang made him pull back his weapon in defense. Still, the very next instant saw him hurled backward by its overwhelming might.

Spurt...

A gush of blood burst from his mouth, and he smashed into the earth, the Hundred Battle Steel Blade in his grip snapping clean in half with a sharp crack.

Gazing at his now-ruined Hundred Battle Steel Blade, Ma Fude spat yet another stream of blood in sheer rage.

Witnessing Ma Fude in such a wretched state, Sun Cong couldn't resist smirking, eyeing him while chuckling: “Hahaha, Ma Fude, you're nothing special, can't even withstand a single slash from me.”

Ma Fude lifted his gaze at that moment, staring at Sun Cong: “Sun Cong, what trick did you pull off? That strike isn't something you could possibly unleash.”

Spotting the oddity in Sun Cong's demeanor, Sun Cong shot back: “What rubbish are you spouting? That was purely my concealed power.”

Hearing this, Ma Fude countered: “You... cough cough, I refuse to accept it; you can't pull off another attack like that.”

In response, Sun Cong lifted his sword-bearing hand: “Haha, you think I'm scared of you?”

Ma Fude shot back: “Fine then, let's clash.”

With those words, Ma Fude swung his fractured blade toward Sun Cong, but as he tried to muster his energy, a fresh spurt of blood erupted from him, revealing severe injury to his innards from the earlier blow.

After that outburst, he slumped to the ground, unable to stand.

Noticing this, Sun Cong sneered and remarked: “Hehehe... you can't battle anymore? If you won't fight, I won't let you off.”

As he spoke, Sun Cong strode straight toward Ma Fude, hoisting his long blade high, clearly gearing up to deliver a fatal strike and remove any potential danger.

Watching him close in on Ma Fude step by step, Ma Fude's loyal few followers yearned to intervene, yet they were held back by Sun Cong's veteran escort leader.

All knew that slaying Ma Fude would essentially end the threat.

Sure, these outlaws possessed some fighting ability, but without a head, they'd scatter like headless chickens.

That was the consensus among them as they awaited Sun Cong's killing blow on Ma Fude.

Sun Cong now stood before Ma Fude, wordlessly lifting his long sword aimed squarely at Ma Fude's skull.

Poised to bring down the slash upon him.

Yet in that precise instant, a thunderous bellow echoed from the adjacent woods, roaring like a furious tiger.

“Stop!”

Right after, Sun Cong caught a piercing whistle, as though an object hurtled his way, and suddenly an unseen force shoved him aside.

Sun Cong staggered two paces rightward, then heard a resounding clang; moments later, a spear whistled past his former position, embedding into the soil with another clang.

Beads of cold sweat instantly drenched Sun Cong's brow; a mere split-second delay, and that spear would have impaled him.

Glancing around, Sun Cong spotted a band descending the slope from afar, spearheaded by three figures.

One seemed to be the chieftain of this bandit lair judging by his garb, while the other pair were white-robed swordsmen clutching lengthy blades.

These two had freshly descended the hill when their gazes fixed on the unsightly woman next to Xu Caijin; her expression shifted to pure alarm upon seeing them, and she darted to conceal herself behind Xu Caijin.

But attempting to hide at this point felt futile, forcing her to remain with a grim visage.

Chen Jie also eyed the approaching trio; the bandit chief barely registered for Chen Jie, merely a trivial Rainbow Realm figure.

Still, the pair of white-clad swordsmen caught his interest—the elder one boasting Molten Furnace Realm cultivation, the younger at Upper Dragon Realm, and an evident energy tether hung between them in the atmosphere.

Such a linkage of forces, Chen Jie recognized only from a duo: the Turtle and Crane Elders.

Indeed, the Turtle and Crane Elders; their long-shared joint techniques had forged this energy synergy.

With these two displaying the same synergy, it was obvious they mastered cooperative assault methods, marking them as true masters.

Chen Jie mused this while observing them.

The pair abruptly appeared to detect something, knitting their brows toward Chen Jie's location, though he had already stealthily relocated.

Given their keen awareness, these two were evidently no common foes.

Chen Jie pondered, noting the Kunlun script stitched on their robes, deducing they must be Kunlun Disciples.

Kunlun—Chen Jie narrowed his eyes; he harbored some bad blood with Kunlun, stemming from a nasty clash with Sect Leader Chang Xuzi in Wushen Canyon.

Yet Chen Jie found himself more intrigued by the reason these two Kunlun elders sought to seize the unsightly woman.

Her true nature sparked Chen Jie's curiosity, drawing his heightened focus.

By then, the three had reached the base; the foremost bandit head spotted Kong San's severed head on the dirt and eyed the gravely wounded Ma Fude, his fury barely contained.

He rushed to Ma Fude's side, hoisted him up, and deftly produced a Second Grade Tai Sui Pill, which he fed into Ma Fude's mouth.