Previously on Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!...
Peng Yingyu and Boluo Timur engage in a fierce battle, unleashing their respective powerful techniques. Peng Yingyu utilizes the Great Vajra Compassion Palm, creating a Buddha Realm within his Martial God Space, while Boluo Timur counters with his Thunder Strike Spear and a thunder field. Their clash creates a massive ravine, but neither gains a decisive advantage. Boluo reveals that the court requires a certain number of casualties, regardless of the outcome, forcing the battle to continue until the quota is met.
Boluo Timur's gaze met Monk Peng's, and his voice, sharp as ice, sliced through the air, chilling Monk Peng to the bone.
"A path paved with effort yet yielding no reward, a toil built upon countless lives; this esteemed court is truly a den of beasts!"
Monk Peng brought his palms together, intoning, "Amitabha Buddha!"
Then, with hands still clasped, he turned to face Boluo Timur. "In that case, allow me to see this endeavor through with you!"
Boluo Timur let out a cold laugh. "Haha, I'm much obliged!"
With those words, the two clashed once more. Instantly, the very earth seemed to groan and the mountains trembled. The duration of their fierce battle and the number of techniques exchanged were lost to the roaring chaos, but amidst the clamor, the peak they stood upon was brought crashing down by their relentless fight.
Indeed, when individuals of the Heavenly List engage in combat, the earth quakes and the mountains shake without fail.
Meanwhile, before the imposing Wangchuan Pass, the gravely wounded Mr. Duozhi Huguan ascended the command platform. Grasping the drumstick with both hands, he began to beat the colossal drum.
Dong Dong Dong!
As the resonant beats echoed, all eyes turned towards the source of the sound. Standing before the gate, Mr. Duozhi Huguan, drumstick in hand, channeled his entire body's Gang Qi. He bellowed, "My Cult Brothers! The Unity Bell has been rung, and our path is clear. Brothers, for the glory of our Holy Sect, for our wives and children, follow me into battle!"
"Fight!"
A thunderous roar erupted. The members of the Zoroastrian Sect, who had moments before been battered into near defeat by the court's forces, suddenly felt a surge of renewed vigor. Each man was filled with an unyielding spirit, brandishing their blades and fighting with even greater ferocity.
"Fight!"
Amidst the swirling chaos, a warrior drenched in blood, wielding a massive saber like a fortress gate, fought with a desperate intensity. Close behind him trailed a child, clutching a short knife, attempting a brave front though fear threatened to bring tears to his eyes.
This warrior was none other than the most fervent combatant in this fierce engagement: Chou Niu Hall Master, one of the revered Twelve Elders.
The child trailing him was none other than Xiao Niu, whom he had rescued.
Upon hearing Mr. Guan's impassioned words: "For the glory of our Holy Sect, for our wives and children, follow me into battle!"
These words instantly ignited Elder Niu's spirit. With a mighty roar, he swung his massive saber and charged into the heart of the enemy ranks, though few remained by his side.
Yet, he showed no hint of a backward step.
Even facing overwhelming odds, he was determined to fight a glorious battle!
"Fight!"
Chou Niu Hall Master roared once more, already plunging into the thick of the fray.
In moments, the court's soldiers and the Zoroastrian Sect members became an indistinguishable mass, locked in a brutal struggle, yielding not an inch, for retreat meant certain annihilation!
The battle raged on, ceaseless and unyielding.
This was the final, desperate stand. The fate of Bright Peak rested on this very day.
Fight! The only path forward was to fight!
The battlefield transformed into a gruesome charnel house; screams echoed as combatants hacked their unknown foes into pieces. Blades clashed against blades; this was the most primal of slaughters, stripped of personal sentiment, driven solely by the interests of the nation.
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Before Wangchuan Pass, countless loyal souls were forever interred.
Meanwhile, orchestrating this savage conflict was the Imperial Chancellor, Tuotuo, who stood atop the observation post, his gaze sweeping over the melee with an air of cold indifference.
Only when the sound of the Unity Bell reached his ears did a flicker of emotion cross his face. He frowned and turned to the individual standing beside him.
"Investigate who thwarted the Six Great Sects and, moreover, defeated the Demon Slayer Monk!"
"Yes, Lord!"
Upon receiving the command, his subordinate promptly acknowledged and swiftly departed to execute the order.
Tuotuo's eyes, fixed on the unfolding scene, were filled with a deep-seated resentment. If the Little Ming King was not captured, then this entire campaign against Bright Peak would be deemed a catastrophic failure.
Yet, it should not have been.
According to his intricate calculations, no one possessed the ability to derail his plans. However, it now appeared that his meticulously laid schemes were indeed unraveling.
The Little Ming King, it seemed, comprehended that the strategy to assault Bright Peak and secure his capture alive involved far more than merely eliminating the Six Great Sects. To this end, he had even deployed his ultimate trump card, the formidable Demon Slayer Monk Natu. Such a foolproof plan, yet an unforeseen complication had emerged; it was improbable, exceedingly so!
As Tuotuo mused on these perplexing developments, the subordinate he had dispatched rushed back, whispering urgently into Tuotuo's ear.
"What!"
Tuotuo's shock was palpable upon hearing the news. This was truly extraordinary! Tuotuo, having served as Lord Prime Minister for many years, rarely displayed any outward signs of emotional turmoil.
Yet, this profound surprise indicated that something had transpired far beyond his wildest expectations.
Tuotuo questioned, "You mean to say the Demon Slayer Monk was struck from behind the head, rendered unconscious deep within the forest, and subsequently discovered by your men?"
"Yes, Lord Prime Minister."
"That is impossible! Given Natu's formidable abilities, who could possibly inflict such an injury upon him?"
"Go, take me to see him."
Tuotuo commanded his subordinates to guide him to the Demon Slayer Monk. Indeed, upon reaching their destination, the monk was found on the ground, with physicians examining him, all shaking their heads and indicating that such grave injuries were unsurvivable.
However, at that very instant, Tuotuo arrived. Instantly, everyone rose and bowed, greeting him with, "Lord Prime Minister."
Tuotuo looked upon the Demon Slayer Monk, who lay on the stretcher with his head facing the sky. A shadow crossed Tuotuo's face as he inquired of the gathered doctors, "Can he be saved?"
In response to his question, they all promptly shook their heads.
Tuotuo knelt beside the Demon Slayer Monk. After a moment of contemplation, he grasped the monk's hand. Immediately, an immense National Fortune Dragon Qi materialized behind Tuotuo.
This concealed National Fortune Dragon Qi provided Tuotuo with impenetrability, shielding him even from Peng Yingyu's assault.
