Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1619 - 373: Liu Caidie: Chen 94, You Finally Came!

Charge!

With a furious roar, Liu Caidie and Han Ling’er launched a joint assault on Du Xiong. Disdain filled Du Xiong’s face as he watched the two women rush toward him, his thoughts sneering, "Do you really think you can rival me?"

He slammed his foot down hard on the ground.

Boom!

His body exploded forward like a detonating explosive, and the trio immediately clashed in combat.

Han Ling’er struck first, unleashing the Smoke Cloud Sixteen Hands—a formidable cultivation technique of the Zoroastrian Sect, renowned as the hallmark secret art of the Colorful Crane King, among the prior era’s Four Great Dharma Kings.

This kung fu features sixteen linked hands in succession, each flowing into the next. When performed, it pulls in ambient cloud energy around the user, wrapping them in an elusive, enigmatic aura that’s utterly distinctive.

Right now, Han Ling’er executed the Smoke Cloud Sixteen Hands. Thick smoke surged up, and from within the swirling mists, she abruptly thrust a palm at Du Xiong, like a celestial crane lurking in the clouds, launching a sudden strike.

[Crane Hand]

Han Ling’er swiftly aimed a vicious grab at Du Xiong. Should it connect, it could shatter his arm’s power.

At the same time, Liu Caidie joined in, deploying the Butterfly Flipping Palm passed down by Liu Futong. This palm method, when shown, mimics a butterfly flitting gracefully amid blossoms, weaving endlessly and leaving foes disoriented.

Now, both women struck as one—one resembling a crane amid clouds, the other a butterfly dancing through blooms—uniting their palm skills against Du Xiong.

Facing their combined assault, Du Xiong pressed forward rather than pulling back, launching his own counter. The three tangled fiercely, probing each other’s moves in the opening exchanges.

Du Xiong gauged the true might behind their feints and strikes. After all, these women weren’t pushovers. Their fathers had once dominated as the Zoroastrian Sect’s top Lord Dharma Kings.

One was daughter to Liu Futong, among the Zoroastrian Sect’s Three Venerables. Born to such mighty experts, they were far from average.

Seizing the moment, Du Xiong threw a fist at Han Ling’er. Startled, she dodged back hastily, as Liu Caidie charged with Butterfly Double Flipping Palm.

Pa pa...

Du Xiong barely bothered to block, allowing Liu Caidie’s blows to land amid a series of sharp "pa pa" cracks.

That’s when Liu Caidie sensed Du Xiong’s frame was tough as an untamed ox; her palms striking it felt like battering unyielding iron.

Du Xiong laughed lightly, "Caidie, are you tickling your husband? Put some real power into it."

Her face drained of color, Liu Caidie clenched her teeth and kept up her assault, her palms fluttering like butterflies to hammer Du Xiong once more.

This time, she infused Bone Penetration Power into her strikes. Against a typical fighter, it would pulverize bones on impact.

Lips bitten tight, she unleashed a savage barrage on Du Xiong. He responded instantly, his muscles coiling rigid like forged steel, every fiber standing out sharply.

Beneath her palms, it rang out like clashing metal sheets.

After six fierce slaps, Liu Caidie’s hand burned red, yet Du Xiong stood unscathed.

Her face twisted in shock, "Golden Bell Shield!"

Exactly—only the Golden Bell Shield could forge such unbreakable musculature. A mocking grin played on Du Xiong’s lips, "Caidie, is today the first time you’ve noticed my power? Hehe, your palms just don’t pack enough punch."

Liu Caidie’s vexation surged at his taunt, as if truly grasping Du Xiong’s overwhelming might for the first time.

Truth be told, Du Xiong’s prowess shattered her prior assumptions. Looking back, her past arrogance blinded her; she should’ve seen he practiced the Golden Bell Shield long ago.

Yes, Du Xiong had indeed cultivated the Golden Bell Shield. She remembered him arriving covered in wounds as a boy during visits.

She’d questioned his constant injuries, and he claimed it was from training a supreme kung fu.

Reflecting now, nothing but the Golden Bell Shield explained those uniform batterings.

The Golden Bell Shield stands as a supreme art, one of Shaolin’s fabled Four Divine Skills, supposedly devised by a legendary grandmaster—an earthly immortal and Dharma Ancestor.

This inward-and-outward hardening technique spans twelve stages, each advancement unleashing horrifying might.

Hailed as the ultimate worldly defense, full mastery of all twelve turns one into a Vajra.

It grants resistance to flames and floods, blades and spears alike.

Yet legend holds that for unknown causes, the Golden Bell Shield fell incomplete; today only ten stages survive. Some whisper that with all twelve intact, it could birth an earthly immortal.

The Golden Bell Shield divides into two halves: the first six stages for external forging. Mastering them yields the pinnacle of outer defenses, surpassing even Iron Cloth Shirt.

Undoubtedly, the latter six harness Gang Qi for the true, perfected Golden Bell Shield.

Even so, with his command of the Golden Bell Shield, Du Xiong could unleash Rainbow Realm power in the Ruins while suppressing his Gang Qi.