Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1005: Chapter 1005: He Strolled Leisurely Toward Them

Without better options, even knowing that the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique would have limited effect and consume a lot of her Divine Thought Power, Mu Hanyan had no choice but to rely on it.

The Guiyu Clan’s swordsmanship was truly exquisite, and their coordination was incredibly seamless. Only with the help of the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique could she inflict fatal damage on them.

At this moment, Lady Mu wished the Little Auspicious Beast could once again display its divine power and perform the Sleep Barrier, preferably a mass sleep spell. Unfortunately, whether due to the cooldown time of the Sleep Barrier or the exhaustion from the last battle against Nian An Yao, the Little Auspicious Beast lay dizzy in her pocket, showing no intention to help.

Blood mist filled the air, with cries of agony sounding repeatedly, one black-clothed swordsman after another falling to Mu Hanyan’s blade.

Before long, nearly a third of the nearly hundred black-clothed swordsmen had fallen, and the rest were mostly injured. Yet their faces showed not a hint of fear; instead, they were filled with bloodthirsty frenzy, continuing to crazily scream and charge at Mu Hanyan and her companions, determined to fight to the death.

Exhaustion showed on Mu Hanyan’s face. Continuously deploying the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique had pushed her to the limit. Her Qi was waning, her feet grew unsteady, and dizziness swept through her mind.

Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe’s bodies bore numerous bleeding sword wounds, dripping blood pearls. Though their combat abilities rivaled that of a Sword Master, they were not much stronger than the nearly berserk Guiyu disciples. If not for Mu Hanyan bearing the brunt of pressure ahead, they might not have endured so long.

Thankfully, they courageously protected Mu Hanyan’s back, allowing her to focus solely on eliminating many Guiyu disciples. Otherwise, she would have been forced to retreat amidst the encirclement.

Nearby, Ye Lanfeng took on three foes, holding the upper hand. With each swing of the Broken Killing Sword, he emanated an overwhelming aura, leaving the black-robed elders wounded and pale-faced. Yet, the trio refused to retreat, relentlessly attacking Ye Lanfeng while casting frequent glances at the shrine behind, their eyes filled with hope.

Uncle Yun, though severely injured, held his ground against one opponent, yet couldn’t finish off his adversary quickly.

Mu Hanyan and Huayue, or even Ye Lanfeng and Uncle Yun, all found themselves in bitter battles, unable to disengage.

At some point, rain began pouring more heavily, mixing with the blood on the ground to form streams, slowly flowing away, carrying a pungent stench of blood. In the sky, wind and rain intertwined, amplifying the gloom and adding a touch of desolation.

”Boom, boom...” Deafening sounds echoed from that ancient shrine, like shocking thunder rumbling underground.

The eerie and terrifying aura intensified more than tenfold, as though someone was opening the gates of Netherworld Hell, releasing the legendary Nine Nether Demons.

”Success is at hand, very soon it will be successful.” A black-robed elder exclaimed with tears streaming down his face, and other black-clothed swordsmen were also wild with joy, shouting wildly.

”The Family Head is about to awaken. Kill them, kill them with all your strength. Do not let them ruin our Guiyu Clan’s great endeavor.” The black-robed elder shouted fervently.

Soon, all the Guiyu Clan members seemed possessed, rushing towards their opponents with faces full of zeal, fearless of death.

In stark contrast to their ecstasy, Mu Hanyan and Huayue felt their hearts sink simultaneously.

As strange sounds emanated from the shrine, a Divine Sense securely locked onto them, and an unstoppable pressure invaded their minds, striking at their most vulnerable depths.

In an instant, they felt a profound fear from deep within. If not for Mu Hanyan’s rebirth, Huayue’s troubled past, and Jiang Yuzhe’s departure from his family to pursue his Sword Dao since childhood—making their will far more resilient than ordinary people—they might have succumbed entirely to the pressure of the heart’s divine power and lost their will to resist.

Evidently, the Guiyu Family Head was closer to awakening.

Despite not fully awakened, his Divine Sense pressure was already terrifying. If allowed to completely awaken, it would undoubtedly be even more frightful.

The image of Mu Hanfeng surfaced in her mind. Mu Hanyan felt a sharp pain in her heart, gritted her teeth, and charged forward with all her might.

Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe guarded her from behind, even facing incoming sword light, they no longer attempted to block or dodge. Instead, they slightly shifted to avoid vital spots, and while being wounded, they thrust their sharp longswords into the enemy’s bodies. Only this mutually destructive fighting style could further wound several enemies and relieve some pressure for Mu Hanyan.

Yet, amidst the opponent’s frenzied attacks, even Ye Lanfeng and Uncle Yun couldn’t disengage for the moment, much less them.

Watching the shrine shake more violently amidst the thundering and rumbling, and the released Divine Sense pressure grow stronger, Huayue gritted her teeth and took out the Demon-breaking Spear once more.

”Huayue!” Feeling the unique murderous and aggressive aura of the Demon-breaking Spear, Mu Hanyan exclaimed.

”Don’t worry, miss, using it once more shouldn’t cause too much damage.” Huayue clearly understood the consequences of using the demon-breaking spear forcibly with the Blood Sacrifice Technique, and knew she couldn’t hide it from Mu Hanyan, she spoke frankly.

Mu Hanyan said no more, knowing that in such circumstances, they had no choice but to let Huayue borrow the power of the Demon-breaking Spear.

Jiang Yuzhe watched Huayue, although sometimes reacting a beat slower, upon hearing their conversation and seeing Mu Hanyan’s worried expression, he could guess that Huayue’s use of the demon-breaking spear with the Blood Sacrifice Technique wasn’t entirely harmless. Yet he also knew they had no other choice.

The tip of the demon-breaking spear again aimed at the chest. Just as Huayue prepared to thrust, Jiang Yuzhe suddenly exclaimed, ”Wait!”

”What is it?” Mu Hanyan and Huayue’s peripheral vision swept in, looking towards the direction of Jiang Yuzhe’s gaze.

A blood mist surged skyward from behind the black-clothed swordsmen, followed by a piercing scream.

Before Mu Hanyan and her companions grasped what happened, another piercing scream accompanied a new blood mist rising.

Within a few breaths, dozens of blood mists soared one after another, as one black-clothed swordsman after another fell into pools of blood.

Within the dense crowd of black-clothed swordsmen, a straight path appeared as though plowed through.

A slightly lean young figure was gradually walking towards Mu Hanyan and the others, the longsword in hand dripping streams of blood pearls.

Blood stained his body, some from others and some his own, those torn clothes revealing deep bloodstains. But his face maintained a cynical smile, though now that smile was filled with chilling killing intent.