Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1702 - 394: Experts Enter the Game, Arriving One After Another!

"Liu Futong!"

The Ruyang King’s gaze shot upwards, spotting the figure descending from the heavens who dared to obstruct his path. Instantly, his eyes ignited with fierce killing intent and a fighting spirit that burned bright.

"I had anticipated you would emerge!"

Chaghan Timur brought his warhorse to a halt, the massive blade in his grasp held in a tense standoff against Liu Futong.

At this very moment, Mr. Guan, who had been steeling himself for a final stand at the pass, witnessed Liu Futong’s miraculous descent from the sky, his eyes widening in utter astonishment.

"Master! Master!"

Mr. Guan was well aware of Liu Futong’s imprisonment, with Han Miaozhen keeping a vigilant watch. His sudden appearance now was utterly beyond Mr. Guan’s comprehension.

What earth-shattering events transpired at Bright Peak to secure the Master’s release? Considering Du Zundao’s formidable presence, and even Han Miaozhen’s difficult nature, who could possibly have orchestrated the Master’s rescue under such dire circumstances?

Mr. Guan was deeply perplexed, yet no trace of fear lingered. He had always been a staunch and devoted follower of Yushan Shangren.

Even though the Master was poisoned through a collusion with Du Zundao, it was deemed a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. If Du Zundao was a true opportunist, Mr. Guan was not; his actions were consistently aimed at maximizing benefits, always in service to the Zoroastrian Sect, and always for the sake of the public interest.

He held his own life in low regard. As long as the Zoroastrian Sect could endure, he was prepared to lay down his life. It was precisely because he harbored no guilt that witnessing Liu Futong’s escape from confinement filled him not with dread, but with unadulterated joy.

Now, Liu Futong’s dramatic appearance from the sky served as a potent surge of adrenaline for the entirety of the Zoroastrian Sect!

This sentiment was not an exaggeration. The very instant Liu Futong descended from above, the entire Zoroastrian Sect erupted in fervor. The low-ranking cultists and the common soldiers of the Five Elements Banner were unaware of Liu Futong’s poisoning. Consequently, their morale had wavered during the battle, and they were puzzled by the absence of the Zoroastrian Sect’s peak powerhouse.

Could it be true that the Master had absconded with the Little Ming King? Were they merely expendable pawns left behind by the Holy Sect to buy precious time?

Such questions swirled in everyone’s minds, especially when the opposing side’s elite combatants joined the fray. The members of the Zoroastrian Sect felt an immense pressure confronting the experts from the Heavenly List. Earlier, when the Ruyang King had single-handedly breached their defenses, even with tens of thousands of cult members on the city walls, the sheer overwhelming force had caused them to falter.

Although they were prepared to perish for the Holy Sect, facing such monstrous beings whose might transcended ordinary human power instilled a profound sense of terror within them.

But with the appearance of Liu Futong, a wave of euphoric elation swept through every member of the Zoroastrian Sect. It was as if they had received a vital injection of courage in their most precarious hour, truly feeling as though they could take flight.

At this juncture, all the members of the Zoroastrian Sect began to chant with unrestrained excitement: "Master! Master! Master!"

Hearing the fervent shouts emanating from behind, Liu Futong cast a cold, piercing gaze upon the soldiers who had fallen on the battlefield. With eyes like chips of ice, he demanded, "Chaghan Timur, what unspeakable acts have you inflicted upon my disciples?"

An immense anger simmered beneath his voice, yet the Ruyang King maintained a composed demeanor, retorting, "Liu Futong, you finally mustered the courage to appear. I had presumed you would forever remain a craven coward!"

"Furthermore, what is the meaning of your current state? You appear utterly disheveled!"

The Ruyang King scrutinized Liu Futong, noting his tattered garments, the evident weariness etched on his face, and even the tell-tale wound where a metallic object had clearly pierced his shoulder blade.

Observing Liu Futong’s wretched state, the Ruyang King’s countenance was painted with derision. "Speak of the devil! Were not your cherished subordinates rumored to have turned against you? Moreover, I have yet to witness the presence of your two other Dharma Kings of the Zoroastrian Sect in this engagement. Where is Han Miaozhen? Where is Du Zundao?"

The Ruyang King fixed his gaze upon Liu Futong, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Could it be that they have played you for a fool, our esteemed Yushan Shangren? Ha ha ha ha..."

Upon hearing this taunt, Liu Futong’s face contorted with fury. "Chaghan Timur, you court your own demise!"

The Ruyang King’s laughter grew even more boisterous. "Ha ha ha, Liu Futong, do not tell me that I have struck a crucial nerve? Ha ha ha, if that is indeed the case, you truly live up to your reputation, foolish beyond compare! Ha ha ha..."

The Ruyang King’s unrestrained mockery inflicted a wound upon Liu Futong’s spirit that was immeasurable, igniting his rage. He clenched his fists, and in that instant, a formidable earth-yellow Gang Qi materialized in the air before him.

In the subsequent moment, Liu Futong’s Gang Qi surged with immense power. As it coalesced, a colossal spectral creature materialized behind him, its terrifying roar echoing towards the heavens.

This titanic beast bore a visage that hinted at a dragon’s form, yet was not precisely so. Its brows were jagged and craggy, reminiscent of rolling mountain ridges, and sprouting from its head were two pairs of bronze-hued antlers. These antlers split apart as if an earthly fissure had opened, their surfaces gleaming with the luster of agate.

Its eyes were like molten gold, a dark, fiery hue, fringed with growths resembling moss upon its eyelids, while a majestic, mane-like collar framed its neck, flowing with the wind and exuding an aura of immense power.

A colossal form dominated the view, its spine resembling a rugged mountain range, with each joint encased in scales of basalt, every hexagonal scale featuring a honeycomb pattern, through which shimmering light danced across its immense body.

Its limbs, thick with muscle and sinew, evoked the appearance of ancient tree roots, their scaled joints leading to a tail similar to a cow's, yet wreathed in flames of an earthy yellow.

A dragon’s head, the antlers of a deer, the mane of a lion, the back of a tiger, the waist of a bear, scales like a serpent, the hooves of a horse, and the tail of a cow.

As this magnificent creature materialized, a collective gasp swept through the onlookers; surely, this was the fabled Qilin of legend!

And given its distinctly earth-yellow coloration, there was no mistaking it—this was indeed an Earth Qilin.