Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1605 - 369: Entering the Ruins, Crisis Descends_3

Is this the fabled Hawkeye?

Spotting these newcomers, the leader of the Giant Wood Flag's Ming King Guards wore a deeply sour expression. He had once served under the Giant Wood Flag, which shared a close alliance with the Sharp Gold Flag, making him well-acquainted with them. Thus, he instantly identified the identities of these five figures.

Noticing the guard leader's grim look, Han Ling’er asked, “Do you recognize them?”

The Giant Wood Leader replied, “Sharp Gold Flag, five of the Twelve Eagles.”

Sharp Gold Twelve Eagles?

Hearing this title for the first time, Han Ling’er prompted, and the Giant Wood Leader explained, “Exactly, the Sharp Gold Twelve Eagles, famed as the Sharp Gold Twelve Divine Archers. Each boasts unerring accuracy and the prowess of piercing a target from a hundred paces. They’re the Divine Archers our Giant Wood Flag loves teaming up with most; their support ensures our safety.”

Han Ling’er glanced at the Giant Wood Leader and inquired, “Are they tough opponents?”

The Giant Wood Leader responded gravely, “Not just tough, Saintess—they’re lethal. This fight will be brutal.”

“See behind them? Elites from the Flood Flag and Fiery Fire Flag. Gang Qi’s banned in the Ruins, but the Flood Flag’s vicious poisons and Fiery Fire Flag’s kerosene flow freely. Their power remains formidable.”

“Saintess, steel yourself for what’s coming.”

Hearing this, Han Ling’er declared, “Life or death—nothing special about it.”

“This Zoroastrian Sect was my father king’s legacy; it stays with the Han Family, not lost to thieves. I’m braced for the worst. You’re not Hans by blood—if retreat tempts you, I won’t fault you. Just stay out.”

Struck by Han Ling’er’s resolve, the Giant Wood Leader affirmed, “Saintess, you underestimate us. The Sect Hierarch’s immense grace demands our loyalty. A single life means little.”

Witnessing his determination, Han Ling’er nodded, “That’s all I needed to hear.”

With that, Han Ling’er eyed the Ruins entrances steadily expanding before them.

Right then, Du Xiong guided the handpicked elites from the Five Elements Flag straight into the passage, vanishing into the Ruins’ maw.

Du Zundao then glanced toward the elders. Elder Chen Long, with Elder Wu Ma and Elder Wei Yang, plunged into the Ruins passage, swiftly fading from sight.

As Du Zundao’s forces swelled, Han Ling’er’s expression darkened further; the foes this time were overwhelmingly powerful.

Yet for her brother, for the Zoroastrian Sect.

Han Ling’er fixed on a widening passage and bellowed, “Charge!”

Her companions surged forward into the passage without hesitation.

Meanwhile, the guards Du Zundao had stationed awoke to the sight of Ming King Guards charging desperately into the Ruins. What was happening?

“Dharma King!”

The order-keepers yelled at once, alerting Du Zundao.

Du Zundao snapped to attention, glaring murderously at Little Ming King.

Han Lin’er’s heart quaked; he now faced Du Zundao head-on. He met the stare with a blank face.

Du Zundao demanded, “Ming King, didn’t you vow non-interference in Ruins matters? What’s this now?”

Hearing this, Han Lin’er replied, “Dharma King, I’m clueless too. It’s just the rash acts of my subordinates—please pardon them.”

Du Zundao saw through the flimsy excuse.

“Hehehe... excellent. If it’s subordinates’ whims, they defy the Ming King’s command. Defying you equals rebellion.”

“Rebellion demands no mercy. Ming King, those who entered won’t emerge alive. As Dharma King, purging traitors is my duty—I’ll handle it.”

Little Ming King’s face hardened at these words.

The follow-up drained all color from it.

“Oh, and wasn’t that the Saintess I saw darting in?”

“Should the Sect Hierarch execute the rebellious Saintess or show mercy?”

Du Zundao grinned wickedly at Little Ming King, whose face turned ashen, while Du Zundao’s laughter boomed with savage delight, hahaha...

Soon after, Du Zundao eyed Little Ming King and taunted, “Ming King, time to yield. Stubborn resistance leads to ruin, right? Hahaha...”

Du Zundao’s ruthless guffaws echoed; facing this, Little Ming King’s features froze in icy pallor, overwhelmed by suffocating impotence.

Du Zundao sneered contemptuously at the ashen Little Ming King before striding into the Ruins passage.

“Defiers of Ming King’s orders die by the Dharma King’s hand, hahaha...”

With that, he vanished completely. Watching Du Zundao’s receding form, Little Ming King rued letting Ling’er and Caidie venture in, but what recourse remained? Du Zundao meant every threat. The Ruins gave him perfect cover—surely this fiend would strike without pity!

If Ling’er and Caidie faced peril, Little Ming King’s visage brimmed with anguish.

The next instant, he pivoted to Mr. Guan, eyes brimming with desperate appeal.

Mr. Guan had glimpsed Han Ling’er and Liu Caidie’s hurried forms, his face stern. They were Zoroastrian Sect’s prized second generation, after all.

Daughter of the late Sect Hierarch, granddaughter of a Venerable—any harm to them, and how could he answer to the Sect Hierarch’s ghost above or face Liu Futong later?