Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 959: Chapter 959: Such Quick-Wittedness Truly Befits the Demon Sword

She never dreamed that Mu Hanyan, who was originally a servant of the Mu Family and initially not even looked up to by the head guard of the Mu Family, Huayue, would grow to such a state after following Mu Hanyan.

When Huayue used the Blood Sacrifice Technique to ignite that eerie short spear and instantly transformed into a killing demon with a long howl, even she felt a deep-seated fear and panic.

”No, we can’t delay any longer.” Seeing Mu Hanyan kill another Death Spirit Sword Slave, and the one in front of Zhang Chihua get stabbed at a vital point by Huayue, Zhao Lingxian realized she celebrated too soon.

If she couldn’t subdue that Divine Beast soon, it would be her begging for life nor for death in the end, not Mu Hanyan.

Zhao Lingxian made a decisive move, leaping towards the Divine Beast.

”Master, you deal with that filthy man-eater, leave the rest to us,” Zirong shouted upon seeing the situation.

At the words ”filthy man-eater,” Zhao Xianling paused slightly, anger rising so fiercely that she almost abandoned the Divine Beast to kill Zirong first. Although skilled in trickery and best at seducing with beauty, she knew easily obtained things were often not cherished, so occasional small benefits were nothing, but she never easily relinquished the final defense, remaining chaste till now.

Even if she didn’t care much about her reputation, being insulted so viciously by Zirong still hit a sore spot, so how could she not be enraged?

However, Zhao Lingxian was Zhao Lingxian, her temperament far stronger than most.

”Wait till I subdue the Divine Beast, then see if I don’t tear your foul mouth apart.” With great effort to suppress the impulse, Zhao Lingxian cursed fiercely and continued charging towards the Divine Beast.

But just that momentary lapse had already slowed her speed considerably.

Mu Hanyan’s eye corner shot Zirong a glance, secretly praising: truly worthy of the name Demon Sword, what clever strategy.

She naturally knew that Zirong’s shout of filthy man-eater wasn’t just to vent anger but to enrage Zhao Lingxian, delaying her for a moment. In such a crisis, to have such quick wit, truly deserving of the Demon Sword name.

Mu Hanyan wouldn’t miss the chance, seizing the moment Zhao Xianling’s form paused, she had already flown up, arriving first to block her path, thrusting out a sword.

Behind her, Huayue and Zhang Chihua arrived simultaneously; with Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe surely safe, she had no more worries, and with that thrust, it was all her strength, without reservation.

Under the sword strike, frost and snow covered the sky, forming an icy storm sweeping towards Fourth Miss Zhao, among the storm, a snow-bright sword light soaring to the heavens.

Fourth Miss Zhao hated Zirong to the core, if not for that shout of filthy man-eater, how would she have lost focus, how would she have been a step slow letting Mu Hanyan take the lead.

Facing Mu Hanyan’s astonishingly powerful sword, Zhao Lingxian had no other choice but to grit her teeth and slash out.

”Boom!” Sword light collided, Zhao Lingxian was jolted back, heavily hitting the stone wall, spewing a mouthful of blood.

Mu Hanyan was somewhat surprised that Zhao Lingxian had also ascended to the Sword Master Realm, though just at the Sword Master First Rank, given her current situation with no reliance or resources, ascension to the Sword Master Realm was no easy feat.

More importantly, her physical defense far exceeded an ordinary Sword Master First Rank. Know that Mu Hanyan had thrown everything into her sword attack, even a Fourth Rank Sword Master would struggle to withstand it. Zhao Lingxian, though spitting blood, only had a rising and falling breath, her face showed little unusual, clearly not seriously injured.

But Mu Hanyan wasn’t too surprised, having conversed with her grandfather, knowing well that the Zhao Family also descended from the Guardian of the Gods, Zhao Lingxian’s death and resurrection must have awakened the Divine Bloodline.

Although Mu Hanyan knew Zhao Lingxian was somewhat older, considering Zhao Yuanji the old fox’s cunning, he might have hidden her true age, meaning Zhao Lingxian might have awakened the Divine Bloodline before sixteen too, hence the strong defense was unsurprising.

Thoughts in her mind sped by like lightning, but the sword force in her hands didn’t slow at all. As Zhao Lingxian flew out, she chased like an arrow off a bowstring.

Facing Zhao Lingxian, she would show no mercy.

Another loud boom, Zhao Lingxian was again slashed away by Mu Hanyan, spewing large amounts of blood and showing more paleness in her complexion.

Mu Hanyan paused not a moment, nor held half pity, following with another sword slash.

A cold smile crept at Mu Hanyan’s lips. Even if awakened to the same Divine Bloodline, so what? Even if possessing defense as strong as Exotic Beasts, what then? Her strength remained above Zhao Lingxian by more than one rank, under the powerful onslaught like a storm, she was confident she would kill her.

Sword after sword of full force slashed out, even Mu Hanyan felt waves of exhaustion from her body.

Yet Zhao Lingxian was more wretched, under Mu Hanyan’s relentless sword strikes, not only spitting large amounts of blood, her body was seeping fine blood points all over, her sword hand bloody, clearly internal organs were shaken, meridians ruptured.

At that moment, two more shrill screams resounded, the last two Death Spirit Sword Slaves also fell under Huayue’s sword.

Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, and Zhang Chihua without a moment’s pause spun around and besieged Zhao Lingxian, had Zhao Lingxian not been injured, their combined strength might hardly threaten her, but now Zhao Lingxian was gravely injured, barely sustained by will and hatred for Mu Hanyan.

Their joining the fight, for her, was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Meanwhile, the few Death Spirit Sword Slaves battling Fen Qianji Xia Youchen were gradually running out of strength; seizing the chance, the two finally cut one Sword Slave down. With relieved pressure, their sword force grew sharper, likelihoods were the other Sword Slaves and Exotic Beasts couldn’t hold much longer against their blades.

Zhao Lingxian’s expression turned extremely grim, knowing once Xia Youchen freed up, she was certainly doomed.

”Mu Hanyan, do you think this will kill me?” Zhao Lingxian glared at Mu Hanyan, shouting with a mix of indignation and rage.

Believing today’s events foolproof, she never imagined encountering Mu Hanyan again, failing once more at her hands. If looks could kill, Mu Hanyan believed she’d have been slain by her a thousand times over, but alas, looks couldn’t kill, at least hers couldn’t.