Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552: Whoever Has the Power Has the Say

In the end, it was a stalemate. If it weren’t for Ye Yanran’s early use of Heavenly Rain Divine Healing, she could have been injured by that palm strike.

No wonder Ao Fangchen, one of the remaining seven elders of Divine Elder Peak, is so powerful!

”So, you are Mu Hanyan. You have some skill to withstand one of my strikes,” Ao Fangchen sneered, clearly not taking Mu Hanyan seriously.

”Senior, you’re too kind. We are strangers, yet you seek me out; why did you injure my companion?” Mu Hanyan replied without arrogance or submissiveness.

Scanning the crowd with the corner of her eye, she noticed Zhuang Ping’an and others had only been repelled, not seriously hurt. Relieved, Mu Hanyan realized Ao Fangchen, despite disregarding the ban and breaking into Holy Sword Peak, had some restraint and didn’t dare to harm recklessly.

”Mu Hanyan, do you still play dumb at this point? What deep hatred did my disciple Han Yutang have with you, for you to injure him so severely, breaking all his limbs and destroying his Qi Sea, rendering his cultivation completely useless?” Ao Fangchen shouted harshly.

He felt helpless about Han Yutang’s actions, thinking he was unlucky to have such a troublesome disciple. But since Han Yutang was his final disciple and the descendant of two sworn brothers, upon seeing him gravely injured and carried back, Ao Fangchen couldn’t suppress his fiery rage.

While seeking medical help, the whispers around intensified his humiliation. If he couldn’t seek justice for his disciple, how could he, a remaining elder of Divine Elder Peak, face anyone?

”It turns out Brother Han is your noble disciple. Indeed, his injuries were severe, as I witnessed myself. But he clearly suffered under the Exotic Beasts’ siege, what has that to do with me?” Mu Hanyan was secretly overjoyed, thinking Han Yutang was lucky to escape unharmed, only to find he was gravely injured, now a cripple. Indeed, it’s true justice prevails.

”Hmph, I’ve already awakened Yutang and have some understanding of what happened at the Beast Soul Pool. You all came back unscathed, each with a Sword Pet, yet my disciple was severely injured under the Exotic Beasts’ siege. Do you dare say it has nothing to do with you?” Ao Fangchen snorted coldly.

”Since senior knows what happened at the Beast Soul Pool, you should also know what Han Yutang did. We were lucky to survive and secure Sword Pets by fortune, Han Yutang’s severe injuries were his own doing, why blame me?” Mu Hanyan retracted her smile, coldly replied.

If Ao Fangchen was unaware of what transpired at the Beast Soul Pool, it would be one thing. But, having awakened Han Yutang and claiming to know some of the events there, he should know the trouble Han Yutang stirred. If not for the fact she had a Sword Pet that was the Kirin Young Master, over a hundred Descendants of Divine Guardian might have perished in the Beast Spirit Illusion Realm.

And yet, he dared to confront her, it was utterly shameless!

”Hmph, Yutang was merely a bit unruly, he didn’t truly injure you, yet you caused his limbs to shatter and his cultivation to ruin. It’s clearly intentional,” Ao Fangchen insisted confidently.

”Old man, do you even talk sense?” Mu Hanyan raised her voice involuntarily.

Han Yutang’s actions were clearly intended to kill them, but because they were unharmed, in Ao Fangchen’s eyes, it was just a child’s play—what logic is this? This old man, praised as Divine Elder, is too biased.

No wonder Han Yutang, at seventeen or eighteen, acted so recklessly, taking no heed of others’ lives, they were utterly spoiled.

”Reason! Do you have the right to confront me with reason?” Ao Fangchen glanced at Mu Hanyan contemptuously. ”I don’t know what unspeakable methods you used to ruin Yutang’s limbs and cultivation, but life for life, debt for debt. I won’t kill you, just shatter your limbs and ruin your cultivation—this is my reasoning.”

His words seemed nonchalant, but the sense of domination was overwhelming.

Zhuang Ping’an and others’ expressions changed drastically. Power is respected, that’s the eternal truth of the Holy Court Continent. To Ao Fangchen, his strength was the real reason.

As his words fell, Ao Fangchen soared up, striking again toward Mu Hanyan with a palm.

Unlike the previous palm aimed at Huayue and others, this strike was not for intimidation; he used at least eighty percent of his strength, intent on crippling Mu Hanyan with one blow.

The wind and clouds gathered at Holy Sword Peak, the intense aura made it almost impossible to breathe.

Mu Hanyan took a deep breath, drawing the Cold Sky Sword again, as Huayue and others gathered around, simultaneously launching a Sword technique.

Zhuang Ping’an and the others didn’t hesitate; all gathered behind him, drew their Longswords, and summoned their Sword Pets. However, under that terrifying aura, even their Sword Pets trembled, not daring to make a sound.

Mu Hanyan’s expression grew grave. Ao Fangchen’s strength was too formidable. Even if she combined all the force she could muster, she wasn’t his match. But she had no choice. Ao Fangchen was right: here, he was the reason, for he possessed such strength.

”Elder Ao, do I have the right to reason with you?” At that moment, a figure flashed before her eyes, and Jian Wuchen stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

”Jian Wuchen, do you intend to protect her?” Ao Fangchen retracted his hand sharply, gazing darkly at Jian Wuchen.

They had known each other for over a thousand years, considered peers, and didn’t wish to turn against each other easily.

”No, I just wish to reason with you.” Jian Wuchen, holding an ancient sword, smiled calmly.

”Ha ha ha ha, just you, have the right to reason with me?” Ao Fangchen didn’t desire to turn against Jian Wuchen easily, but it didn’t mean he feared him. In fact, he didn’t consider the disabled right arm of Jian Wuchen a threat, nor did he have interest in wasting words.

”What are you doing?” Jin Qisheng grabbed Jian Wuchen urgently. He knew Jian Wuchen’s injuries well, aware that although his cultivation realm remained, his right arm was useless, and his Sword Dao cultivation couldn’t be deployed—he wouldn’t be a match for Ao Fangchen in a fight.

Resentment was one thing, but he didn’t wish for Jian Wuchen to suffer under Ao Fangchen’s hand.

”You should step back; this old man, when enraged, recognizes no kin. Be careful not to get hurt,” Seeing Jin Qisheng’s anxiety, Jian Wuchen was somewhat moved, spoke gently, then walked straight towards Ao Fangchen.

”Jian Wuchen, looks like you mean to fight me? If it were a thousand years ago, you might have qualified, being one of the two most hopeful for the Holy Master’s seat. But now, you no longer have that qualification,” Ao Fangchen taunted, a flash of hostility in his eyes.