Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Mu Hanyan’s Words Pack a Punch

”Uh...” The Fifth Prince and his companions paused simultaneously.

What does this mean? What’s Han Yan talking about? Is he talking to them? Could it be that his brain was damaged and he’s talking nonsense?

They don’t have such a good relationship with Han Yan, nor are they his subordinates. On the contrary, their hatred is deep; Han Yan has no right to point fingers and curse at them like they’re his servants. Apart from having a damaged brain, they can’t think of any other possibility.

But seeing his clear eyes, it doesn’t seem like he has a brain issue, does it?

”Kill them.” Before they could figure out what’s going on, Zhao Lingxian’s face darkened, and she waved her hand.

No sooner had she spoken than they saw a skeleton leaping high, swinging a sword toward the three.

When she first saw the three of the Fifth Prince’s group, Zhao Lingxian was shocked, thinking it was another bunch of cultivators targeting the Divine Beast. Several hours earlier, she wouldn’t have given them another thought. But now, severely injured and controlling a few skeletons to deal with Han Yan was already her limit. To handle others was beyond her strength.

After all, these skeletons have not yet refined into real Death Spirit Sword Slaves. To let their residual souls possess them and explode to unleash their final combat power, she already suffered life span damage, lowering her cultivation to maintain beauty.

If she distracted herself dealing with others, she might end up benefiting Han Yan.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingxian was ready to escape. Anyway, Han Yan’s Qi was greatly damaged and hard to recover quickly; he wouldn’t gain any advantage against these newcomers and could likely die at their hands. Why should she mingle in this muddy water?

Though her originally foolproof plan ended in failure, unwillingness filled her heart, yet she had few choices. No matter how, ensuring Han Yan doesn’t benefit is enough.

As Zhao Lingxian resolved to escape, she suddenly heard Han Yan’s words: Why laugh, where the heck are you? Why just show up now, hurry and move!

The Fifth Prince and his companions were confused and failed to react to Han Yan’s words, even suspecting a brain problem.

Zhao Lingxian, as an observer, noticed that these people were with Han Yan, evident from his commanding tone, likely as his subordinates.

Moreover, their smiles seemed so happy and sincere, evidently proving this point.

This made Zhao Lingxian unable to leave. Han Yan’s subordinates arrived in time, and if she left, the Divine Beast would surely fall into Han Yan’s hands; she’d never have another chance for revenge.

Fight! Zhao Lingxian urgently formed a hand sign, reusing the Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique, commanding the under-refined Death Spirit Sword Slave skeletons to attack Nian An Yao and the others.

Others didn’t know that the Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique exhausts Divine Sense and Qi frighteningly. After all, these skeletons were Great Sword Masters, even Sword Saints in life, controlling their residual Divine Souls is tough, and without complete refinement to Death Spirit Sword Slaves, controlling is even harder.

Previously, she controlled these skeletons against Han Yan at the cost of burning her life force. Now controlling them against the Fifth Prince’s team just worsens the situation.

But Han Yan’s ”subordinates” arrived timely, and without this move, she’d die under Han Yan’s hand, or watch him get the Divine Beast. Of course, the biggest possibility is seeing Han Yan get the Divine Beast and then die to him, so she has no choice.

Indeed, fate is playing tricks, almost succeeding when Han Yan arrived, almost drove off Han Yan, yet his subordinates arrived just in time.

Fourth Miss Zhao suddenly felt how helpless and tragic it was for Han Yan to appear in her life.

The Fifth Prince’s crew doesn’t know what Fourth Miss Zhao thinks. If known, they’d probably vomit blood: Who says we’re her subordinates? We’re irreconcilable enemies, enemies...

Fourth Miss Zhao is miserable, but they’re all worse.

”Petty tricks, dare to flaunt!” Despite not knowing why this woman suddenly attacked, seeing the rickety-moving skeleton making creaking noises, looking like it’s about to fall apart and the rusty longsword, Qu Fengting scoffed disdainfully and swung his sword.

Seeing Qu Fengting take action, Nian An Yao and the Fifth Prince didn’t bother drawing their swords. They, like him, dismissed the skeleton as insignificant.

Though the Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique was lost for hundreds of thousands of years, over the long ages, people sporadically found related evil spell fragments, some talented deducing similar sinister arts like Dead Spirit Puppetry, Corpse Chasing Technique.

But those evil spell fragments are far inferior to the Death Spirit Soul-binding Technique, and deduced sinister arts are disappointingly weak, mostly tricking ignorant civilians or for entertainment, useless.

To them, Zhao Lingxian’s skeletons probably were this, forced into a corner against Han Yan, brought out skeletons for temporary relief.

”Boom!” Suddenly, the skeleton exploded, shattering, but its longsword relentlessly swung down.

”Fifth Rank Sword Master!” Instantly, Qu Fengting turned pale with fright, never imagining the skeleton capable of this.

He’s merely Sword Master First Rank, unable to resist such a powerful Fifth Rank Sword Master strike.

The Fifth Prince and Nian An Yao were equally shocked, instinctively wanting to dodge, but the skeleton’s sudden self-explosion and sword power were immense, leaving no chance to evade, forcing them to simultaneously raise swords in defence.

Several silver flashes, muffled sounds, the Fifth Prince and Nian An Yao were simultaneously shocked and sent flying. Hastily, drawing swords was challenging; showcasing true strength impossible.

Nian An Yao fared slightly better, being a Sixth Rank Sword Master, initially stronger than the skeleton, even if powerless, suffered minor wounds, then coughed blood with minor damage. The Fifth Prince suffered; his strength was much weaker and not unleashed, immediately shaken with severe pain and organ displacement, spitting blood profusely.