Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1772 - 411: Zhu Rong Divine Fire Palm—The Doom of the Demon Slayer Monk

At that very moment, a single punch was all that stood between the Demon Slayer Monk and Chen Jiusi’s life!

A powerful punch was unleashed, targeting Chen Jie’s head with the intent to obliterate it entirely.

Yet, with astonishing agility, Chen Jie deftly weaved away from the Demon Slayer Monk’s strike and taunted back with a spectral, mocking tone, "How peculiar, I just deployed a palm technique, yet I heard no detonation?"

Hmm?

The Demon Slayer Monk faltered upon hearing this, a look of bewilderment crossing his features. He pondered, why indeed? His preceding palm strike had been initiated a considerable twenty to thirty breaths ago. Such a span of time should have been ample for the attack to detonate; why had there been no sound?

Ah!

Oh no!

Suddenly, a chilling possibility dawned upon the Demon Slayer Monk, jolting him awake. His eyes snapped wide open, a flicker of panic igniting within them.

In that instant, he yearned to evade, but it was far too late. A rush of wind surged behind his head, and concurrently, an immensely terrifying palm wind slammed into him.

With a deafening roar!

The Zhu Rong Divine Fire Palm, which had been lurking, violently struck the back of his head. With a resounding *bam*, the Demon Slayer Monk’s occipital bone was pulverized by the forceful palm strike.

"Puff~"

The Demon Slayer Monk violently expelled a mouthful of blood, crimson fluid pouring forth without cease.

This single blow had brought the Demon Slayer Monk perilously close to death.

However, just as the palm strike was poised to crush his skull completely, a brilliant surge of pure golden light erupted from the very core of the Demon Slayer Monk’s being.

A Buddha Bead, which had been reverently worn around the Demon Slayer Monk’s neck, ascended and intercepted the relentless Zhu Rong Divine Fire Palm.

Simultaneously, the Buddha Bead emitted a gentle, milky white Buddha Power that enveloped the shattered back of the Demon Slayer Monk’s head. This sacred energy gradually began to mend the fractured bone, and though not entirely restored, it was sufficient to preserve the Demon Slayer Monk’s life.

Puff~

The Demon Slayer Monk coughed up blood, the fresh crimson staining his Kasaya a vibrant red as he stumbled and scrambled to the side.

His eyes were now completely bloodshot.

He had narrowly escaped death just moments ago. Had it not been for his master, the Earthly Immortal, Esoteric Great Bodhisattva, Living Buddha Basiba, and his life-saving Buddha Bead that turned the tide at the crucial moment, shielding him from the brunt of the attack, he would have surely met his demise with a shattered skull.

The palm strike had nearly extinguished the Demon Slayer Monk’s life. To procure a means of survival, he desperately fumbled for a life-saving elixir, popping it into his mouth without the slightest hesitation, and then, like a streaking missile, rolled towards the entrance of the Ming King Hall.

It was only then, from outside the hall, that the Demon Slayer Monk roared, "Chen Jiusi, I shall never forget this humiliation! I swear I will not rest until I have my revenge!"

With those parting words, he immediately plunged into the dense forest, tumbling and crawling away, not daring to pause for even a second. The excruciating pain that accompanied each movement, as if his head might split asunder, did not deter him. Driven by an indomitable will to survive, he pushed onward at an astonishing pace.

Meanwhile, Chen Jie remained within the Ming King Hall, choosing not to pursue. He waited until the Demon Slayer Monk had vanished from sight before collapsing heavily onto the ground, drawing ragged breaths desperately.

That final, decisive strike had completely drained him of all his strength, leaving him utterly devoid of the energy to even twitch a finger.

The situation had been far too perilous. Chen Jie had never fathomed that the Demon Slayer Monk possessed such a life-saving trump card, a gift bestowed by the revered Living Buddha Basiba himself. Without this safeguard, the Demon Slayer Monk, according to Chen Jie’s meticulous plan, would have met his end with his skull caved in.

What a shame, a true pity indeed.

This encounter served as a harsh lesson for Chen Jie: the disciples hailing from these prominent sects are not so easily dispatched, especially those who are descendants of Earthly Immortals.

This ordeal underscored the profound importance of having a powerful backing.

Reflecting on this, Chen Jie couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the Demon Slayer Monk's privileged protection afforded by the elders of his sect.

One might rightly inquire as to why Chen Jie’s retaliatory palm strike had returned. The reason is remarkably straightforward: having already unleashed the initial palm, Chen Jie had employed the Heaven and Earth Transposition technique to redirect the palm’s force back towards his adversary.

The Demon Slayer Monk had failed to anticipate Chen Jie’s ingenious use of the palm strike in such a manner, a maneuver that had nearly cost him his very life!