Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1504: Didn’t Take Her Seriously

However, to everyone’s surprise, the subtle differences in their hand formations did not bring any disadvantages. As they executed the hand formations, dreamy halos appeared around them, and a wondrous rhythm manifested on their bodies. Subsequently, the entire world resonated with the same rhythm.

”Innate Divine Ability!” Han Yan finally realized that these two’s innate abilities must be related to formations. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to execute such incredible and exquisite hand formations with their third-tier Sword Master’s power, let alone trigger the celestial rhythm.

”This should be the array divine skill of the Guardian of the Gods. Hopefully, there won’t be any accidents, right?” The follower behind Han Yutang said worriedly.

”No matter how powerful the array divine skill of the Guardian of the Gods is, they aren’t the true Guardians. They’ve just awakened a sliver of their bloodline. Breaking my Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Array won’t be that easy.” Han Yutang smirked with self-satisfaction, his hands clasped behind his back, looking aloof and superior.

Just as he finished speaking, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu let out a focused shout, simultaneously unleashing their final hand formation.

In the open valley space before Holy Sword Peak, a massive formation’s shadow subtly appeared, accompanied by the distinctive fluctuations of the formation’s aura. Two beams of brilliant light shot straight from Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu’s hands, like two multicolored longswords, slicing toward the center of the formation intending to forcibly break it open.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats. Regardless of the previous conflict between Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, in the face of an external threat, they were ultimately one group, sharing in both glory and failure.

”Boom!” With a loud explosion, the two multicolored Sword Lights struck the formation, producing a thunderous rumble.

However, the formation didn’t budge an inch. An invisible shockwave suddenly rebounded, sending Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu flying as if they had been hit by a giant stone.

Their two companions, who had just reached the early stage of Great Sword Master, leapt up to catch them but were also sent flying backward from the impact.

”Poof!” As soon as they landed, the four of them simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, their faces turning pale.

”Hahahaha! I thought the descendants of the Guardians of the Gods were quite formidable, but it turns out they’re nothing but weaklings. With such negligible skills, you think you can break my Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Array? Overestimating yourselves!” Han Yutang laughed wildly once more.

Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu were filled with shame. Although they had awakened their bloodline and comprehended some innate divine abilities, it hadn’t been long enough for them to fully understand the mysteries. Limited by their power, they couldn’t fully bring out its intricacies, leaving them powerless against such a formation and open to humiliation.

The other descendants of the Guardians were visibly furious, with some even having drawn their longswords.

”What? Can’t break my formation, so you want to fight to the death? Even if you do, you might not be my match.” Han Yutang stated as he unleashed his oppressive aura.

Great Sword Master Peak! And stronger by a margin than ordinary Great Sword Master Peaks, just a step away from being a Sword Saint, a Semi-Saint without a doubt.

The ones who had initially drawn their longswords slowly re-sheathed them. Apart from Mu Hanyan, no one present was a match for Han Yutang; any action would only lead to humiliation.

”Calm down, calm down. I’ve already said I’m not here to fight you, just to see how capable you really are. If you can break my formation, not only will you be able to ascend Holy Sword Peak, but I’ll also offer you an apology. Of course, even if you can’t break it, I won’t make things difficult for you. You’ll see, I’ve already left you a path over there.” Han Yutang gestured with a playful smile, pointing.

On the small hill on one side of the valley, there was a hole about a foot in diameter, resembling a dog’s hole.

”All you need to do is crawl through there, and you’ll still reach Holy Sword Peak. It’ll just be a bit more inconvenient going in and out.” Han Yutang said with a straight face.

Behind him, the other Holy Court disciples erupted into laughter.

”Han Yutang, don’t take things too far!” Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe shouted angrily.

”I’m not bullying you, just testing your strength. I thought that since the Holy Master thinks so highly of you, you must have some capabilities. Who knew you’d be this weak once tested? Truly disappointing. How about you go cry to the Holy Master? With his supreme cultivation, he could break my formation with just a finger, and you could pass unimpeded.” Han Yutang ridiculed loudly.

Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe trembled with rage. Han Yutang was only seventeen or eighteen, younger than most of them, and he hadn’t laid a hand on them, only set up an array to trouble them. Not breaking the array was their own lack of skill, but if they went to the Holy Master to complain, he would indeed stand up for them and possibly give Han Yutang a stern scolding.

But it would be like two kids fighting, being bullied by a child younger than themselves, only to complain to the elders. It was a disgraceful act, leaving them too embarrassed to stay in the Holy Court or to show their faces in Beiyuan or Beiyuan North.

”Hmph, if the Holy Court can’t accommodate us, then we’ll leave.” A young man said angrily.

Others didn’t agree with him since they could see that the Holy Court wasn’t rejecting them. The Holy Master even had high hopes for them. It was just that some fellow Holy Court disciples, who were of similar age, were jealous of them. Leaving like that would still be disgraceful, making them the laughingstock.

But what could they do if they didn’t leave? Even with Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, the two Great Sword Masters, and Leng Qingyun plus Luo Lifu, who had comprehended the array divine skill, they were helpless against the Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Array. What could they do? Surely, they couldn’t really crawl through that dog hole.

Almost instinctively, everyone’s eyes turned to Mu Hanyan. At this point, they couldn’t help but recall Mu Hanyan’s tales and the legendary sword strike that defeated Wei Xiaotian. Only she might be able to break the array and save face for everyone.

Noticing everyone’s gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Mu Hanyan’s mouth.

Just fretting about not having the opportunity to establish prestige, and now someone has presented it. Truly, heaven helps me.

”If I can break this array, will you then apologize?” Mu Hanyan stepped forward, looking at Han Yutang.

”That also depends on whether you have the capability,” Han Yutang gave Mu Hanyan a disdainful look.

With cultivation nearly comparable to a Sword Saint, Han Yutang could somewhat discern Mu Hanyan’s strength. If it were someone else, they’d be somewhat surprised and intimidated seeing someone of Mu Hanyan’s age with such cultivation. However, Han Yutang, being of similar age and already at Semi-Saint cultivation, didn’t regard Mu Hanyan whatsoever.