Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 960: Chapter 960: Fen Qianji’s Full-Power Rescue

”Do you think you still have a way out?” Han Yan finally spoke, the sword force in her hand stronger than before.

Earlier she hadn’t held back at all, and now, with victory in sight, she had no reason to save her strength. With this strike, she nearly pushed her Qi to the extreme, slashing forward resolutely.

Zhao Lingxian was struck again, slamming heavily against the stone wall, coughing up blood in large chunks, with blood also seeping from her ears, eyes, and nose, an extreme state of bleeding from the seven orifices.

”No, you’re wrong. You can’t kill me. You can’t kill me.” Despite her serious injuries, Zhao Lingxian let out a burst of maniacal laughter.

This woman is mad!

Han Yan looked coldly at the blood-covered Zhao Lingxian, not bothering with her antics, and flew forward, aiming a sword strike at her heart meridian.

”Pumen Aloka Shafang...” Zhao Lingxian suddenly raised her head, chanting in strange syllables.

”Divine Language.” Han Yan was suddenly shocked. Although she couldn’t understand what Zhao Lingxian was chanting, Han Yan was sure it was the same sound she had suddenly realized when she killed Zhao Yuanji, also known as the Divine Language.

In fact, even now, Han Yan hadn’t comprehended the mystery of this so-called Divine Language, having only used it once before by a stroke of fortune in Heishi City without understanding the powerful force it contained.

This time, however, she obviously didn’t have the same luck as before. The Divine Language of Zhao Lingxian fell upon her ears, incomprehensible, yet she vaguely felt it was filled with a dark power, as if it was an invocation from the abyss of hell.

I must kill her quickly! An intuitive unease rose in Han Yan’s heart.

”Look out!” At that moment, a figure lunged towards her.

Qian Ji! Just by the voice, she knew who it was. In her past life, she had heard such cries of alarm not just once.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the broad sword in Qian Ji’s hand, heavy yet not lacking in sharpness.

”Could it be that after being reborn, he’s moved to kill me so soon?” The thought struck Han Yan almost instinctively; the betrayal of her past life left a deep scar, not easy to forget.

No matter how many reasons she found to comfort herself, she remained deeply suspicious and wary of Qian Ji.

But immediately, she realized she was overthinking it. If Qian Ji truly wanted her dead, why would he bother to warn her?

While thoughts raced through Han Yan’s mind, Qian Ji’s figure was already closing in, and at the same time, a figure leapt out from the soil in front of Han Yan... No, no, this wasn’t a figure; it was clearly a skeleton.

The skeleton held a rusty longsword, and as it sprung forth, it aimed a sword strike at Han Yan.

Death Spirit Sword Slave! Han Yan suddenly realized, understanding it was Zhao Lingxian’s Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique.

It seemed she too was driven to desperation. Death Spirit Sword Slave absorbed the power of heaven and earth very slowly, and a newly refined Death Spirit Sword Slave actually had little power, requiring a period of refinement with evil spells to regain strength.

Moreover, the Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique expended a large amount of the caster’s primordial energy; Zhao Lingxian was already seriously injured, yet she summoned this useless Dead Soul Skeleton at the cost of significant primordial energy, akin to drinking poison to quench thirst, which would only lead to a quicker death.

Wrong, just as this thought came to her, Han Yan suddenly realized something wasn’t right; things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

Your most knowing adversary is often not your friend, but your enemy. Just as Zhao Lingxian understood Han Yan, Han Yan also understood Zhao Lingxian’s nature very well. Even when driven to the brink, she wouldn’t do something so pointless. Though Han Yan despised Zhao Lingxian’s character, she still somewhat admired her cunning and will.

”Retreat!” Han Yan made a decisive decision, shouting towards Huayue and others while retreating herself.

Indeed, Han Yan’s response in the face of danger was extraordinarily fast, her actions decisive, but still slightly too slow.

Just as the skeleton struck with a sword, its whole body exploded violently, turning into a cloud of gray-white ashes, yet the longsword continued to slice through the air, heading towards Han Yan.

The blade remained rusty, yet its aura was overwhelming, breaking through the sky.

Fifth Rank Sword Master!

Han Yan could confirm that the power of this sword strike had reached the level of a Fifth Rank Sword Master. If she wasn’t mistaken, that skeleton before its death was at least a Fifth Rank Sword Master, or perhaps even a Sword Saint. Otherwise, it couldn’t have unleashed such a sword force even with its last ounce of residual soul.

In peak condition, receiving this sword wouldn’t be too strenuous for Han Yan, but now, in order to kill Zhao Lingxian, she had given her all and her last sword strike was indeed a spent force.

Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe noticed this too, their faces changing dramatically. Unfortunately, they were a bit too far away, and the incident happened too suddenly, leaving them unprepared, not even having time to cast ”Heavenly Flying Immortal.”

Amidst their frantic anxiety, Qian Ji’s figure moved swiftly, standing before Han Yan, shouting loudly as he swung his broadsword.

Watching that towering silhouette, Han Yan fell into a momentary daze, as if she had returned to her previous life.

It was also this figure, countless times standing in front of her at the brink of life and death, like a towering tree, unmoved by winds of change, like an ancient giant stone, unshaken by lightning storms.

Clang! The two swords clashed, creating a crisp sound, and Qian Ji’s firm silhouette was heavily struck, blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the rusty longsword shattered into fragments, scattering on the ground.

Looking at the blood at the corner of Qian Ji’s mouth, a pang of emotion stirred within Han Yan, her eyes becoming moist.

Everything seemed to have returned to her previous life.

”I can’t kill him, at least, not until I know why he went after me in my past life.” This time, Han Yan made up her mind.

She believed that the friendship between Qian Ji and her couldn’t be false, and the countless times he risked his life to save her couldn’t be false either. So why did he turn against her in the end?

”Take the elixir, and heal yourself immediately.” Han Yan’s gaze softened, throwing a bottle of elixir to Qian Ji, she said.

”There’s no time, hurry and leave.” Qian Ji accepted the elixir, speaking in an unquestionable tone.

”Leave? Do you think you still have a chance to leave?” Zhao Lingxian laughed crazily, like a night owl, her appearance with blood flowing from seven orifices looking even more eerie and terrifying.