Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1664 - 384: Army Assaults the Mountain, Dragon King Arrives!
Previously on Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!...
Three grand corps—The Treasure, White Deer, and Grey Wolf—command over fifty thousand soldiers, guided by three Heavenly List powerhouses: Boluo Timur, Chaghan Timur, and Li Siqi, together with Prime Minister Tuotuo, who holds half of Daqian’s Dragon Energy. What a terrifyingly lavish formation this is.
Sufficient to topple a kingdom.
Gazing at the vast army spread out below, Mr. Guan whispered to himself—yes, this formidable power could indeed shatter an entire nation.
He understood the Zoroastrian Sect stood no chance against them, yet fleeing the fight was impossible. In the Jianghu, choices often vanish like smoke.
Leading others demands a heavy burden.
In his mind, Mr. Guan glanced back toward the rear mountain: Du Zundao, oh Du Zundao, please don’t fail me now. You have to perfect the Qiankun Great Method, or the Zoroastrian Sect faces total extinction!
These worries plagued Mr. Guan’s thoughts, filling his heart with doubt. Why had everything flipped upside down when victory seemed assured?
Who dared to snatch Du Zundao’s Qiankun Great Method?
While Mr. Guan pondered aloud, a subordinate behind him quickly reported, “Dharma King, I’ve scouted everywhere, spotting only the imperial troops—no trace of the Six Great Sects.”
Hearing that, Mr. Guan replied, “They’ve surely circled to the back of the mountain.”
“Ah, Dharma King, shall we dispatch men to secure the rear mountain?”
In response, Mr. Guan declared, “No need. The Six Great Sects pose no real threat. With the Tiger King guarding the peak, no issues will arise. Concentrate on the front instead.”
The subordinate promptly answered, “Yes.”
With those words exchanged, Mr. Guan lost all desire to chat more. Hands clasped behind his back, he stared at the enemy forces storming the slopes, a complex storm swirling deep in his gaze.
The true peril of this clash lies not in the foes’ three elite corps, but their swarm of masters—three Heavenly List elites among them. How could anyone stand against such might? Their only prayer was for those titans to hold back.
Such grim calculations raced through Mr. Guan’s mind.
Meanwhile, atop the mountain peak.
“Huh? The mountain’s deserted—where have all the Zoroastrian Sect members vanished to?”
A young girl’s voice rang out, soon followed by another: “Sister, stop stirring things up. Father tasked us with guaranteeing the Little Ming King’s escape this time; no fooling around.”
“Got it, got it, Brother. Always such a worrywart.”
“Still, Brother, it baffles me. Father split off to form his own sect, so why dive into Bright Peak’s chaos? What’s he doing stirring the pot?”
The young man across from her fell silent for ages before responding: “Father carries that regret too.”
“When I questioned Father, he explained that despite founding his own group, he remains forever the Dragon King of the Zoroastrian Sect. With the Holy Sect in peril, how could he stand idle?”
Fang Zheng proclaimed fervently: “Father never stopped caring for the Zoroastrian Sect. The Ming King’s death shattered him—he mourned for half a month straight before pulling through.”
Fang Susu responded, “It escapes me—relations were so bitter then. How did peace return?”
“Not peace,” Fang Zheng clarified, “but lingering bonds.”
As the siblings conversed, Lei Ming, Vice Sect Hierarch of the Overseas Divine Dragon Sect, stood nearby.
Lei Ming served as the Sea Dragon King’s right hand and had once held the title of Venerable Hu among the Zoroastrian Sect’s Twelve Elders.
When Fang Guozhen departed the sect later, Lei Ming followed suit; Venerable Hu’s role then passed to the subsequent Elder Hu—Chen Jiusi himself, victor over the Tigercrest Lord.
Eyeing the pair, Lei Ming urged, “Cut the chatter—let’s locate the Little Ming King fast. The Dragon King commanded us to safeguard the Ming King’s sole heir. Failure isn’t an option.”
The two nodded at once: “Yes, Uncle Lei.”
“Forward,” Lei Ming directed. “We’ll search the Ming King Hall.”
Typically, the Ming King resided in the Ming King Hall; as a former Twelve Elder, Lei Ming grasped the Zoroastrian Sect’s layout perfectly.
Thus, he guided them swiftly to the Ming King Hall.
Just then, atop the tower before Zoroastrian Sect’s Wangchuan Pass, a lone figure loomed with hands folded behind, invisible to all eyes.
Clad in a deep azure robe adorned with coiling dragons, his gaze crackled like lightning, radiating imperial majesty and a conqueror’s unyielding command over all under heaven.
His eyes fixed on the torrent of soldiers surging below, solemn yet utterly calm, as if myriad armies meant nothing in his presence.
Who under the heavens could rival him?
He lingered in stillness, seemingly plunged into memories of bygone days, those radiant epochs of triumph!
Briefly, reverie claimed him.
Right now, Qin Bao, the Thunderbolt Hall Master, called out from behind: "Dragon King, there’s activity on the back mountain—it looks like the Six Great Sects are attempting to ascend."
Glancing down at the battlefield, the Dragon King furrowed his brows faintly and instructed: "I can’t leave here for now, go and join Lei Ming and the others. If the Six Great Sects do anything else, we don’t care, but they mustn’t touch the Little Ming King."
"Understood, got it."
After replying, Qin Bao hurried off at once to rendezvous with Lei Ming and his group.
Fang Guozhen inhaled deeply, aware that the clash today would prove anything but simple.
Despite his immense prowess, he recognized this fight wouldn’t be straightforward. Facing three Heavenly List powerhouses as opponents, even with his ironclad self-assurance, a profound helplessness surged within him against such formidable Heavenly List experts.
Yet he had no recourse now that events had escalated this far—he simply couldn’t abandon the Zoroastrian Sect’s safety.
Such thoughts swirling in his mind, Fang Guozhen’s eyes grew distant, poised to leap into the fray at any instant.