Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1672: Chapter 1672: Life and Death Dependence, Never Leaving Nor Forsaking

Saying this, he again performed the hand gestures. The array operated, and streams of pure energy poured into his body once more, containing the hidden power of the descendants of the Guardian of the Gods’ lineage, as well as the strength of the Twelve Inheritances.

Though residing in the void, the Primordial Divine Blood Array operated exceptionally slowly, yet his wounds continued to heal and his aura kept rising.

”You old bastard, you’re really set on this course, aren’t you? I, Fatty Feng, will fight you to the death!” Feng Qingyu’s smile disappeared from his face, and he cursed angrily as he charged forward again.

This time, however, his steps were visibly unsteady, and his breath chaotic and uneven.

”Boom!” With a loud noise, the Holy Master spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body swayed heavily several times. Meanwhile, Feng Qingyu was thrown back violently, colliding heavily with the barrier before he stopped, and the wounds that had slightly healed from taking the elixir split open again.

His injuries were naturally much more severe than the Holy Master’s; although the elixir taken was of high grade, its effect was far from comparable to the power of the Guardian’s inheritance!

”I don’t believe this fat might can’t wear you down!” Feng Qingyu shook his head vigorously, wanting to charge forward again, but as soon as he moved, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, leaning against the barrier, unable to muster any more strength.

The massive impact also opened new cracks in the barrier, but at this moment, no one was paying attention to such things. Everyone was in a dejected state; they had seen Feng Qingyu’s might and determination firsthand, and if even he couldn’t stop the Holy Master, who else in the world could?

Despite being gravely injured, relying on the Primordial Divine Blood Array, he would soon recover. They were still on the path to death.

”Han Feng, protect everyone, but even more, protect yourself. Don’t give up until the very last moment!” Mu Hanyan suddenly said to Mu Hanfeng.

”Sister, what are you going to do?” Hearing this, Mu Hanfeng was startled, but quickly guessed her intent.

The Holy Master was seriously injured, making it their best opportunity to counterattack. Only by stopping him from further driving the array would they have a chance to survive.

However, not everyone could withstand the power in the void. A few saints and several Holy Court elites who had reached the Sword Saint Realm could barely manage it. Yet those Holy Court elites who had previously attempted to break through the barrier had been wounded first by the Holy Master, and couldn’t muster much combat power. Judging by Dantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, and Wei Xiaotian’s appearances, they were clearly unwilling to oppose the Holy Master.

So the only ones who could make a move were him, Ye Lanfeng, and Mu Hanyan, whose real combat power was not below the Sword Saint.

”Let me do it.” Understanding Mu Hanyan’s intent, Mu Hanfeng said resolutely.

He would rather sacrifice his life than see his sister take risks. Regardless of whether they could stop the Holy Master, entering the void itself was almost certain death.

”No, you must stay. Only you know the Dragon Ascending Nine Heavens array. Whether they live and how long they live depends on you,” Mu Hanyan said firmly.

Seeing the resolute look in her brother’s eyes, she was moved and gratified. In a previous life, her brother had sacrificed himself for her, and in this life, he hadn’t changed at all. But she couldn’t allow the tragedy of the previous life to repeat.

Moreover, the cemetery barrier had left the Heavenly Curtain to enter the void, becoming unstable, only Mu Hanfeng’s array could keep everyone safe.

”Han Yan...” Huayue looked at Mu Hanyan with both worry and anxiety.

Of course, he could guess that Mu Hanyan left Mu Hanfeng not only to keep him from danger, but also for their safety.

”Don’t say anything more, just remember to stay here and live well. I don’t want to see anything happen to any of you,” Mu Hanyan said decisively, interrupting Huayue.

This situation was unlike before; if she entered the void, she still had a chance to survive, but Huayue and others wouldn’t have even the slightest chance.

Huayue and others gazed at Mu Hanyan, eyes filled with tears, finally nodding heavily.

They knew that charging out with Mu Hanyan would be no help, only a distraction. Staying behind and letting her proceed with peace was the greatest help to Mu Hanyan. Although their hearts were full of guilt and shame, reason eventually triumphed over emotion.

Mu Hanyan’s gaze swiftly swept over everyone, as if she wanted to remember each friend’s face forever. Then, she grasped Ye Lanfeng’s hand and flew towards the crack in the barrier.

From beginning to end, Ye Lanfeng hadn’t tried to persuade Mu Hanyan once, nor had he asked her to stay and face it alone, because he knew Mu Hanyan would never agree.

Similarly, Mu Hanyan didn’t ask him to stay, because she knew he wouldn’t agree either.

Through life and death, never abandoning!

”Young Master Mu, Lord Ye, take care!” Watching the two figures fly out, Zhuang Ping’an and others all knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, even the Holy Court elites knelt, faces displaying unprecedented solemnity.

Huayue and others held back their tears, casting the sword technique, Ye Yanran began to chant loudly again, scattering halos of Heavenly Rain Divine Healing over Mu Hanyan’s body. This time, they poured all their might, consolidating their divine sense and even blending vitality into it, constantly dissipating, yet they felt nothing.

Never before was there such a surge of power within, Mu Hanyan’s aura continued to rise.

”Star Fall, Eight Desolates!” Finally, Mu Hanyan broke through the crack in the barrier, slashing towards the Holy Master.

”Heavenly Sword, Breaking God!” Ye Lanfeng also struck out simultaneously.

Both knew that even a gravely injured Holy Master was beyond their comparison. The opportunity to strike was incredibly limited, so the sword strike would carry all their power and mental state.

”Worthy of being the disciples I value most, worthy of the Divine Martial reincarnation!” Observing the pair advancing resolutely, the Holy Master’s gaze became somewhat complex, seeming momentarily shaken, but quickly became firm and indifferent again, slashing out with an ancient longsword.

Three sword lights collided and exploded in the air.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Lanfeng simultaneously spat blood, flying away like leaves in an autumn breeze.

Every bone in their bodies seemed shattered, every meridian fragmented; Mu Hanyan could no longer gather any Qi, drifting away with the invisible void currents.

(Feeling ill, uncomfortable, updating less today, please understand.)