Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Then, the longsword unfolded and charged toward Mu Hanyan.

Facing the strength of Mu Hanyan, he certainly did not give his all, but the power of a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman was not just for show. Even a casual strike carried the chill of a cold moon, its oppressive force nearly suffocating.

Huayue and Zirong’s faces changed, and they were about to intervene when they saw Mu Hanyan move first, ignoring Zong Dingfang’s offensive and directly stabbing his longsword toward his chest without a trace of light on it.

”What is she doing, seeking death?” Huayue, Zirong, and the others were all shocked, puzzled, and anxious.

Mu Hanyan had significant strength, and due to her previous reputation as a big playboy, even they found her capabilities astonishingly exceptional.

But no matter how exceptional, it was only relatively speaking; a Seventh-Order Swordsman was no match in front of a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman.

Her sword move, to put it nicely, was a mutual demise, to put it harshly, was throwing oneself into the fire, because in front of such an opponent, she simply did not qualify for a mutual demise.

If their views on Mu Hanyan hadn’t drastically changed during this period, they would have even suspected that Big Playboy Mu had made a foolish mistake again.

Actually, Mu Hanyan didn’t want to act foolishly either; seeing Zong Dingfang’s intense killing intent, she was completely out of her depth, and her first reaction was to look at the Star Plate on her chest and anxiously ask, ”What should I do?”

What she didn’t expect in her dreams was the few words that appeared on the Star Plate: ”I can’t do anything, serve it cold!”

If it weren’t for the dire enemy before her, Mu Hanyan would likely have exploded right then: ”Damn you, no solution? If there’s no solution why keep me here, isn’t this screwing me over? Serve it cold, you mean to serve me chopped up and cold? And then are you going to eat that? Then ask you if it’s tasty served cold?!”

Mu Hanyan certainly did not want to be served cold or be chopped into pieces. Seeing that this unreliable thing was no help, Mu Hanyan could only fight desperately herself.

Fortunately, her strength had reached the peak of Sixth Rank Peak, and her actual combat power had reached Seventh Rank, perhaps a notch higher than an average Seventh Order.

Zong Dingfang did not realize this, and his blows were clearly tinted with disdain.

This was her opportunity, or rather, her only opportunity.

Unbeknownst to anyone, several figures in the shadows were watching the situation quietly. They seemed to merge with the surroundings, not even noticed by experts like Zong Dingfang.

These figures were the mysterious figures in black cloaks who had followed Mu Hanyan here. The leading man saw Zong Dingfang move against Mu Hanyan and almost acted, but suddenly he stopped, then looked at Mu Hanyan’s sword, slightly raised an eyebrow, and his lips curled into a faint, almost invisible smile, then he continued to stand, intensely watching Mu Hanyan.

The people behind him looked at each other, then appeared perplexed. They couldn’t understand what their leader was planning. That playboy did not seem a match for his opponent at all, given the vast disparity in their strength. The leader seemed to care about this playboy; he even thought about intervening just now, but why did he stop? However, to their surprise, this playboy seemed to be somewhat different from the rumors. His strength was outstanding among his peers, and along the way, his character didn’t seem too poor either. Why then were the rumors so unflattering?

Both the leader’s attitude toward this playboy and the playboy himself left them baffled and utterly lost.