Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1682 - 389: Han Miaozhen: Chen 94, How Is This Possible!

"For the offense, I beg forgiveness."

The customs of the Jianghu demand respect, and though this was a battle for survival, Chen Long and Mei Tu advanced together, their sights fixed on Han Miaozhen.

A look of displeasure clouded Han Miaozhen's features, her eyes brimming with lethal intent.

"Have you truly considered the repercussions of turning against my Dharma King and myself?"

Chen Long and Mei Tu exchanged a knowing look. "Dharma King, we acted under duress. We implore your understanding."

Mei Tu added, her voice tinged with familiarity, "Sister Han, we have been companions for many years. I beg you, be gentle and spare my face!"

These words chilled Han Miaozhen. "You wretched curs! Today, I shall demonstrate my might!"

With a forceful stomp, Han Miaozhen unleashed a formidable Flame Gang Qi from her being. Flames erupted, enveloping her in an aura of irresistible Gang Qi, radiating an intense heat.

Han Miaozhen was not to be trifled with; the flames engulfing her were the formidable Phoenix True Fire.

Observing this, Chen Long slowly drew the Azure Steel Longsword from his side. Unbeknownst to many, Chen Long was a master swordsman, who in his younger days had carved out a renowned name in the Jianghu as the Green Steel Swordsman.

As the Azure Steel Sword was unsheathed, its blade shimmered with a cold luminescence, emanating a dense Sword Qi. Truly, he was the former Green Steel Swordsman, and the moment he grasped the treasured blade, his previously servile demeanor vanished, replaced entirely.

This old, slippery character seemed reborn, as if he had transformed into a majestic dragon.

As the saying goes, a person's state of mind can drastically alter their bearing. Faced with superiors, a sense of subservience prevails, but when confronting adversaries, an aura of virtuous energy emerges – the two are distinct.

Only when facing enemies does this slick, old loach transform into the esteemed Elder Chen Long, wielding the Azure Steel Sword.

At this juncture, the Azure Steel Sword trembled subtly, as if whispering, "Master, you have finally returned."

Chen Long gently caressed the Qinggang Sword, his eyes reflecting an affectionate tenderness typically reserved for a beloved, an expression that, as Chen Jie might have put it, was "verging on the perverse."

Beside him, Mei Tu, adorned in a light silk gown, adjusted her bodice slightly, accentuating her curves and ensuring freedom of movement.

"Chen Long, strike now."

Mei Tu's command was followed by her instantaneous disappearance. Moments later, a series of percussive sounds echoed: "Bang, bang, bang..."

She moved with blurring speed, a phantom in the dead of night, appearing and vanishing with swift, rustling sounds: "swish, swish, swish..."

Mei Tu was a master of Qinggong, and with her remarkable speed, few among the Twelve Elders could match her prowess. In combat, her movement techniques were often ethereal, rendering her exceptionally elusive.

Witnessing Mei Tu's swift assault, Chen Long did not hesitate. Planting his feet firmly, he advanced with his Azure Steel Sword. In unison, the two assaulted Han Miaozhen.

Han Miaozhen, a Flame Master, scarcely needed introduction; her body blazed with the Phoenix True Fire, a force few could withstand. Though she held the lowest rank among the Four Great Dharma Kings, her strength was far from diminished. On the contrary, her power was terrifyingly immense. None who attained the status of Dharma King within the Zoroastrian Sect were ordinary individuals.

Han Miaozhen's position as Dharma King and her ability to command respect over other elders stemmed not from mere seniority, but from the sheer depth of her formidable strength.

As Chen Long and Mei Tu attacked in concert, a look of composure remained on Han Miaozhen's face. Her gaze intensified, and she strode forward boldly, her expression icy. "Chen Long, Mei Tu, your betrayal of the Holy Sect brands you as treacherous scum. Now, I, Han Miaozhen, shall execute fiery judgment upon you in the name of the Holy Sect!"

With these words, Han Miaozhen issued a clear cry, and in the ensuing moment, a Flame Spear materialized in her right hand, entwined as if by a Fire Phoenix.

Chen Long had already closed the distance, raising his Azure Steel Sword to strike, releasing a faint green sword shadow as Gang Qi condensed around the blade.

Chen Long's sword met Han Miaozhen's spear in a direct clash. With a resounding clang, her seemingly intangible spear met the Qinggang Sword, sending sparks flying and producing a sharp metallic ring.

Han Miaozhen's mastery had ascended to the realm of coalescing the immaterial into form, a truly supreme accomplishment.

A legendary swordsman known as Dugu Qiubai once articulated his swordsmanship principles: Initially, there was the Sharp Sword Phase, characterized by absolute resilience, relying on the sword's keen edge and swiftness to unleash its power – the most fundamental stage.

The subsequent stage involved the soft sword. Before reaching the age of thirty, with his Purple Soft Sword, he had already asserted dominance over the martial world. Soft swords, notoriously difficult to wield, served as a testament to his exceptional swordsmanship.

Following this was the heavy sword phase. In this phase, the sword itself lacked an edge, yet its wielding indicated profound skill. The immense weight of the sword was a direct manifestation of formidable inner strength. This inner strength was utilized to simplify techniques, embodying the essence of the heavy sword phase.

After that came the wooden sword phase. This stage underscored the might of strong inner strength. At this level of cultivation, any material – be it wood, grass, or stone – could be transformed into a sword. The practitioner transcended the need for physical weapons, with techniques manifesting naturally, and inner strength reaching its zenith.

Ultimately, there was the no sword phase. This ultimate state meant complete independence from any weapon. Sword Qi itself was transmuted into formidable weapons, achieving victory without the need for conventional moves.

Han Miaozhen had already glimpsed this transcendent realm, capable of shaping Gang Qi into weapons, making her strength exceptionally daunting.

However, it's not to say that wielding no sword is inherently superior; otherwise, the divine weapons scattered throughout this world would serve no purpose.

Chen Long's sword strike was expertly parried by Han Miaozhen. She gazed at Chen Long, her voice laced with accusation as she declared, "You traitor."

Chen Long lifted his head, offering Han Miaozhen a smile tinged with helplessness. "Dharma King Han," he replied, "Individuals in the martial world often find themselves with few choices. Please, forgive me!"