Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1694 - 392: Chen Jie: Goodness, Liu Futong Is Now My Brother Too

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Han Miaozhen ejected a mouthful of blood, her entire being hurled backward a moment later, slamming into a courtyard wall with a resounding boom.

Boom!

The red brick courtyard wall at the Liu Residence splintered, a human-shaped hole appearing instantly. At this juncture, Chen Jie stomped his foot, charging directly toward Han Miaozhen.

Han Miaozhen coughed up blood; the palm strike had struck her internal organs, dislodging them.

She could barely draw a breath, her eyes filled with despair as she saw Chen Jie advancing.

From a distance, Du Zundao bellowed, "Chen Jiusi, how dare you show yourself again! Hand over the Qiankun Great Method!"

Du Zundao's voice resonated throughout Bright Peak, drawing the gaze of countless onlookers.

"Chen Jiusi!"

Upon hearing Du Zundao's cry, many people recognized the name, and several of Chen Jie's former acquaintances were present.

Chen Jie assessed Du Zundao's rapid approach and calculated the distance to Han Miaozhen. He employed the Thunderbolt Step once more, his form hurtling towards Han Miaozhen like a lightning bolt. He would reach her in time; he was certain he could eliminate Han Miaozhen before Du Zundao arrived.

As for locating the key, he hoped Han Miaozhen hadn't stashed it carelessly away.

Concurrent with Chen Jie's thoughts, his eyes blazed with killing intent. Han Miaozhen, already airborne from the impact, shivered at the ferocious glint in his gaze. She understood that Chen Jiusi truly intended to kill her.

This realization sent a wave of panic through Han Miaozhen.

Yet, a flicker of hope for survival emerged. In that instant, she tore the key from her neck and flung it away with all her might.

"If you wish to save Liu Futong, go and retrieve the key!"

Han Miaozhen shrieked urgently. She knew that capture by Chen Jie meant certain death. Rather than face that fate, she chose to discard the key and preserve her own life.

Chen Jie's expression shifted. He glanced from the soaring key to Han Miaozhen.

The dilemma was stark: kill Han Miaozhen or seize the key. Han Miaozhen, a constant thorn in his side throughout his life, hindering his every step, was someone he desperately wished to eradicate.

However, Chen Jie considered their history. Han Miaozhen had always opposed him, and he felt he understood her capabilities. When he was weaker, she posed no fatal threat. Now that he possessed the Melt God Pill and had ascended to the Melt God Realm, Han Miaozhen's threat would diminish even further.

The key, conversely, was critically important at this moment, especially with Du Zundao closing in. Du Zundao was known for his ruthlessness, and crucially, he was a formidable cultivator in the Melt God Realm. Chen Jie was no match for him currently. Upon Du Zundao's arrival, Chen Jie's only recourse would be flight, with Du Zundao relentlessly in pursuit.

Even offering the Qiankun Great Method would prove futile, as Du Zundao would certainly eliminate anyone else who possessed knowledge of it.

Faced with two unfavorable choices, the lesser evil must be chosen. Without question, Han Miaozhen represented the less perilous option.

With this reasoning, Chen Jie launched a palm strike toward Han Miaozhen, calling out, "Shocking Hundred Miles."

A strike from the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms was unleashed. Han Miaozhen instinctively raised her hands to protect her head, her body enveloped by a surge of Flame Power, just sufficient to parry Chen Jie's Dragon Capturing Palms. Absorbing the blow, Han Miaozhen endured the pain and used the momentum to propel herself even farther away.

At this moment, Mei Tu and Chen Long attempted to pursue but found themselves too late.

Meanwhile, Chen Jie, summoning his utmost speed, shot forward, snatching the key mere inches from the ground.

Clutching the key, Chen Jie pivoted and darted into the residence.

Outside, Du Zundao had arrived within a hundred meters, observing Chen Jie's retreat into the house. Puzzled, he halted on a rooftop, maintaining his distance from the Liu Residence.

At this moment, Han Miaozhen managed to stand. Du Zundao looked at her and inquired, "You surrendered the key to him?"

Han Miaozhen responded, "If I hadn't, could I have hoped to survive?"

Du Zundao pressed, "Why did you not await my arrival?"

Han Miaozhen clutched her chest and retorted, "I should ask you: why did you hesitate to join the fight earlier? What were you waiting for? Did you intend for me to perish?"

Du Zundao was rendered speechless by Han Miaozhen's accusation.

He did bear some culpability for the situation. Given that Han Miaozhen was a valuable, albeit imperfect, ally, he recognized his limited options following the unfolding events.

Han Miaozhen continued, "Furthermore, how did the Twelve Elders manage to infiltrate? You assured me they were our loyalists! Why did Chen Long and Mei Tu betray us? Du Zundao, you are a complete failure... cough cough..."

Han Miaozhen let out a cough, leaving Du Zundao momentarily speechless with what to say. At this instant, Han Miaozhen turned to face him, asking, "Aren't you going to leave? Are you waiting for Liu Futong to recover his strength and capture you?"

Du Zundao knitted his brows and inquired, "Couldn't you have given him a fake key?"

"Cough, cough... Chen Jiusi, do you intend to deceive him?"

Han Miaozhen retorted, clutching her chest. She immediately turned and began to descend the mountain, moving with incredible speed and no hesitation whatsoever. She understood that she could no longer remain at Bright Peak, nor could she stay with the Zoroastrian Sect any longer.

Du Zundao remained in his spot, still deliberating. A sliver of hope persisted within him; perhaps Chen Jiusi genuinely couldn't unlock the iron chain?

Perhaps the key wouldn't function correctly?

Perhaps the Mystic Iron Chain was so rusted that the keyhole refused to yield?

Even Du Zundao himself did not truly believe such thoughts, yet he couldn’t help but cling to that faint hope.