Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1771: Chapter 1771: Bloodcurdling Screams Like a Slaughtered Pig

But even in his dreams, he never thought that the flame would not transform into a Fire Spear as before but would vanish with a muffled fart-like sound, and then Han Yan’s fist landed on his nose.

Isn’t a contest between Priests supposed to be a matter of Divine Arts? Since when did it involve fists and kicks? How can this woman be so cunning and despicable? As Han Yan’s fists and kicks rained down on Ou Mingzhi, he felt profound sorrow and helplessness.

In fact, Han Yan herself felt quite sorrowful too. If possible, she would have liked to defeat Ou Mingzhi swiftly and cleanly with a Priest Divine Technique like Shattering the Sky. After all, for a young woman to use fists and feet just doesn’t seem ladylike. But there was no choice; like Nine Heavens Star Fall or Star Falling in Eight Desolates, the newly mastered Eight Desolate God Fall consumed an astonishing amount of Spiritual Power—after casting it just once, nearly all her Spiritual Power had been depleted.

She said ”nearly” because she later managed to emit a small flame, proving that the previous move hadn’t exhausted all her Spiritual Power—there was still a little left. Of course, this small amount of Spiritual Power was useless to Lady Mu; it might have been better to use it all up completely to avoid the embarrassment.

The only thing to be thankful for was that, despite her Spiritual Power being nearly depleted, she didn’t collapse in exhaustion as before. She still possessed strength no less than that of a Ninth Rank Swordsman, and had gained Martial Arts insights from the Eight Desolate God Fall.

”Awww...” After a brief moment of self-pity, the piercing pain finally flooded Ou Mingzhi’s mind, and he let out a pig-like scream.

”Young Master!” The follower Priests finally awoke from their daze, simultaneously drawing Longswords and performing hand gestures, casting various colored Divine Arts towards Han Yan.

This time, before Ling Baobao could take action, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan positioned themselves behind Han Yan.

Although they were not as strong as Ou Mingzhi, they were still the three major Priests of the Huayu Temple, stronger than Ou Mingzhi’s followers by far.

The three softly chanted, and as their Longswords swept before them, the incoming Divine Arts disappeared like stones sinking into the sea.

”Have you no shame, outnumbering and bullying the few?” Ling Baobao suddenly appeared out of nowhere, swinging a turtle shell and smashing it heavily on a young Priest’s head.

The young Priest rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Baobao, however, was not so easily satisfied. Brandishing the turtle shell, he charged forward, smashing wildly while cursing loudly: ”How dare you bully people! What makes you think the Huayu Temple is an easy target?”

The young Priest was quickly beaten bloody and head-cracked, blood beads splattering onto Ling Baobao’s face, making him appear even more ferocious.

”Who exactly is bullying whom?” An Xiaxin, who grew up in the Huayu Temple, had never witnessed such a violent scene and murmured in fright. Turning her head, she saw the exhilarated and unusual expressions in Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan’s eyes, which filled her with deep unease.

Not just her, even the followers of Ou Mingzhi were witnessing this for the first time. Watching their companion being beaten bloody and head-cracked, they were at a loss, not knowing what to do.

They had seen plenty of battles between Priests before—who didn’t engage in whirling winds, ice pillars flying, or soaring fire dragons? How was this different from a brawl between commoners, with fists and kicks, blood splattering everywhere?

”Help... help me!” The poor Priest let out a weak cry for help.