Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1655 - 382: Du Zundao, Where Is the Qiankun Great Method You Promised? (2)

Upon witnessing this sight, Chen Jie knitted his brows, eyes brimming with bewilderment.

How could a living man vanish into thin air just like that?

Chen Jie rushed over to the spot in no time and inspected it meticulously, noticing the ground appeared oddly unusual. He considered blasting it straight with Gang Qi, but the surface only shook twice without any damage.

Chen Jie's frown deepened further, his puzzlement growing stronger. What's wrong with this ground? How did Du Zundao flee so swiftly? Despite his rapid speed, he failed to take him down.

Should Du Zundao get away, wouldn't that spell catastrophe?

Thoughts raced through Chen Jie's mind, his heart surging with astonishment, uncertainty, and bewilderment.

Is this some mystic art of the area, or yet another hidden scheme from Du Zundao? Perhaps he masters the Earth Escape Technique?

Chen Jie extended his hand, summoning a spear into his grasp. He thrust it downward fiercely, yet the weapon refused to pierce the earth.

Exhausting every ounce of strength, Chen Jie understood he couldn't shatter the ground or halt Du Zundao. Heaven knows where that man has fled to now?

"What a pity."

Regret surfaced clearly on Chen Jie's features—truly a shame. Slaying Du Zundao right here would have brought fantastic tidings to everyone beyond.

Alas, his getaway would surely stir up massive waves of trouble.

As Chen Jie pondered this, beyond the Ruins, the matching wall started turning, and moments later, an entrance formed as Du Zundao stepped out, face shadowed in gloom.

Anger blazed across his visage.

Those lingering outside—Mr. Guan and the Zoroastrian Sect folks—spotted Du Zundao in such a state and grew intrigued by his odd appearance.

Mr. Guan even caught sight of Du Zundao's unkempt look.

A trace of confusion stirred in him.

The instant Du Zundao appeared, the Ruins' restrictive power lifted from him, restoring his Melt God Realm might and letting him exhale deeply in relief.

He shook off that stifled sensation, escaping the prior powerlessness and easing greatly.

Earlier, he had teetered right on death's doorstep. A mere fraction slower, and he'd have faced instant doom.

Du Zundao had never suffered such deep humiliation in his life; Chen Jiusi, just you wait! Even if you grasp the Qiankun Great Method and climb to Half-step Melting God power, so what? Out here, I'm a full Melt God Realm powerhouse—you're mighty at Half-step Melting God, but it pales infinitely against a genuine Melt God Realm master.

I'll lurk outside; no way you'll stay hidden forever. The second you step out, that's your end.

Du Zundao burned with resolve—today, Chen Jiusi would grasp that no Melt God Realm expert endures such casual bullying!

As these thoughts churned in his head, Mr. Guan and a few of the Twelve Elders clustered near.

Mr. Guan eyed Du Zundao; though he'd straightened up somewhat, his messy state was plain, hinting at some nasty ordeal.

Yet Mr. Guan wasn't naive; spotting the undercurrents, he played dumb regardless.

Gazing at Du Zundao, he asked: "How did it go, Du? Did you secure the Qiankun Great Method?"

Mr. Guan's query hit Du Zundao's sore spot, leaving him speechless for a beat before he just nodded.

At this sight, the Twelve Elders chimed in right away: "Haha, excellent, excellent! The Dharma King is indeed heaven's pick; you fully merit the Ming King throne!"

"Yes, yes, our Zoroastrian Sect needs a talent like you as Sect Hierarch. I say the Dharma King is the rightful one for Sect Hierarch."

"Precisely, we acknowledge no one but the Dharma King!"

Hearing the Twelve Elders' boisterous cheers, a faint grin crept onto Du Zundao's face; behold, the true voice of the masses.

Nearby, Little Ming King watched the unfolding drama, his face darkening intensely; the family inheritance looked utterly lost now?

How disgraceful to the forefathers!

Han Lin’er wrestled with swirling feelings, but then an elder next to him eyed Du Zundao with a creased brow and voiced: "Ming King, it's not over yet—we can still mend ties."

Han Lin’er turned to the elder: "Stop kidding; with the Qiankun Great Method in Du Zundao's hands, nothing blocks his rise to Ming King now!"

The elder caught his words and fixed him with a look: "And how do you know Du Zundao got the Qiankun Great Method?"

"He... he nodded earlier."

Upon hearing this, the elder chuckled softly: "Nodding, nodding—what does that signify, Ming King? You’ve crossed paths with Du Zundao before; given his boastful temperament, if he had genuinely secured the Qiankun Great Method, wouldn’t he have flaunted it right away to gain everyone’s confidence?"

Han Lin’er jolted in shock and whipped his head toward the elder, a flash of realization lighting up his features—right, why hadn’t it occurred to him? If Du Zundao truly possessed the Qiankun Great Method, he would’ve declared it immediately; so why just nod to show agreement?

This utterly clashes with Du Zundao’s personality.

Could there be some scheme afoot?

Han Lin’er mulled it over as the elder pressed on: "Furthermore, the Ruins typically last six hours, yet only four have ticked by so far, leaving two more hours; it’s plainly not time for the Ruins to close, so why did he exit prematurely?"