Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1621 - 373: Liu Caidie: Chen Jiusi, You Finally Came! (3)

Yet, after receiving the kick, Du Xiong made no effort to evade; instead, he parted his legs wide, showing Han Ling’er the utmost respect.

Bang! Han Ling’er clutched her foot, her face contorted in agony—it felt exactly like slamming into an iron slab.

How could that spot possibly be so tough!

Han Ling’er refused to accept this reality, but the truth was undeniable: that area was rock-hard.

Right then, Du Xiong flashed a grin and chuckled, "Hehe, you haven’t even crossed the threshold, yet you’re already inspecting your husband’s goods. Such a greedy little vixen!"

This ignited Han Ling’er’s fury completely, yet Du Xiong gazed at her and taunted, "Not satisfied? Try kicking a couple more times."

Grinding her teeth, Han Ling’er leaped up and launched her sole kicking technique from the Smoke Cloud Sixteen Hands, [Clear Sky One Crane Above the Clouds], famously dubbed the Life-taking Seven Kicks.

In that instant, Han Ling’er vaulted skyward; her initial strike hammered Du Xiong’s groin, which he blocked firmly. She followed with the second kick to his navel, then unleashed five rapid upward strikes in succession—the final one flipped her mid-air, landing squarely on Du Xiong’s jaw the next moment.

Boom!

The kick ripped through the air with a ferocious whoosh, sending Du Xiong’s head snapping backward. Still airborne, Han Ling’er believed she had knocked him out cold with that blow.

But before joy could light her features, a hand clamped onto her ankle in the blink of an eye.

As her ankle was seized, the grin vanished from Han Ling’er’s face at once, while a icy sneer crept across Du Xiong’s.

"Wife, finished already? Now it’s my go!"

Words barely out, Du Xiong hoisted Han Ling’er overhead and hurled her straight down toward the earth.

Boom!

Witnessing this, Han Ling’er’s scalp tingled with terror. A direct impact would splatter blood everywhere. Desperate, she mustered every ounce of power and, inches from the ground, shoved against it to halt her fall.

Boom!

A massive pit formed in the dirt, but Han Ling’er paid it no mind—for seeing her survive the slam, Du Xiong smirked and commented, "Wife, you’ve got some real skills."

"Du Xiong, you scum, who’s your wife? Shut your mouth!"

Han Ling’er bellowed in rage; observing her defiance, Du Xiong’s expression turned scornful as he pressed on, "So mouthy now—hope your body holds up better than your tongue!"

With that, he yanked Han Ling’er aloft once more and hurled her viciously at the massive boulder.

Du Xiong held no affection for Han Ling’er, unleashing purely lethal strikes without mercy.

He flung her straight at the boulder; spotting it hurtling near, Han Ling’er thrust up her arms to defend—with a deafening crash, the stone exploded outward.

Boom!

The boulder crumbled to pieces.

At this sight, Liu Caidie snapped to her senses and yelled furiously, "Du Xiong, release Ling’er!"

She charged forward to strike at Du Xiong, but he spared her a glance before whipping Han Ling’er in her direction.

Liu Caidie snatched her mid-swing; just as relief washed over her, Du Xiong barreled in and drove a savage fist toward Han Ling’er’s back.

Pfft...

A gush of fresh blood erupted from Han Ling’er’s mouth, splattering Liu Caidie’s face; stunned, she cradled Han Ling’er and stammered, "Ling’er, Ling’er."

"Cough, cough, still alive."

Hacking up blood in torrents, Han Ling’er’s features twisted in hopelessness. Du Xiong proved overwhelmingly dominant here, an unbeatable force.

Grasping Han Ling’er’s mindset, Liu Caidie whispered, "We... we can’t defeat him."

Unlike Han Ling’er’s iron will and fierce resolve, Liu Caidie lacked such spirit. Repeated losses to Du Xiong had plunged her into doubt.

Then, Han Ling’er pulled a gourd from her robes and tipped out the Healing Holy Medicine within.

Downing it, she managed to steady her wounds somewhat, then eyed Liu Caidie. "Caidie, we can’t give up. If we fail against him today, how will we challenge Du Zundao for the Qiankun Great Method? How will we aid the Ming King in claiming power?"

"Plus, losing now means becoming his slaves, his toys. Want to be his toy first?"

Han Ling’er pressed Liu Caidie, who shook her head vigorously. "No, no way!"

Hearing that, Han Ling’er urged, "If you refuse, then battle on. No retreat possible!"

Liu Caidie glanced at Han Ling’er after those words. "But..."

"No excuses—today, he dies or we do. Truly want to end up as his concubine?"

Those words struck Liu Caidie deeply; her eyes bulged as she fixed on Han Ling’er. "I refuse to be a concubine, refuse!"

"Then fight with everything you’ve got. Ready to fight?"

Han Ling’er stared down Liu Caidie; Liu Caidie met her gaze, inhaled sharply, and declared, "Fight!"

"Perfect—fight means fight till the finish, fight means fight to kill."

Liu Caidie balled her fists at this and admitted, "But... but I fear we can’t prevail."

"Fail, and you’re his concubine, his Warm Feet Maid!"