Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1863: Chapter 1863: Mu Hanyan Feels a Bit Wronged

”It’s over, this Master Priest is doomed!” Many in the audience thought sympathetically.

Fang Donglai’s tragic death on stage while fighting Long Wucuo previously had already showcased Long Wucuo’s ruthlessness. Han Yan had repeatedly humiliated him, slapping him once a day. It was no wonder if he hated Han Yan to death; he would surely not show mercy.

”Isn’t Han Yan supposedly strongest in Fire Divine Technique? Why did she suddenly switch to Life Divine Skill? Doesn’t she know that Life and Death Laws actually counter each other? This could be trouble.” Watching from below, Gu Qingyang wore a stern expression and was ready to intervene the moment Han Yan fell, determined not to allow Long Wucuo to deal a fatal blow.

”This Han Yan really abandoned her strong Fire Divine Technique and switched to the Life Divine Skill she’s not good at. Does she really think her half-baked Life Divine Skill can counter Young Master Long’s Death Shield? She’s truly dreaming.” A Master Priest remarked disdainfully.

”She might have originally had some chance of winning, but now she’s pushed herself into a dead end. The saying goes: ’Heaven creates disasters that aren’t meant to be survived,’ huh!” Ou Dechuan commented with a cold smile.

”Initially, seeing her tricks, I thought she had some brains, but didn’t expect her to be so foolish.” Other Master Priests chimed in, gloatingly.

Influenced by Long Aoli, they had taken some time to investigate Han Yan’s background, gaining a degree of understanding, knowing that her forte was Fire Divine Technique, not Life Divine Skill.

Of course, they also knew Han Yan was an Innate Divine Priest. Unlike other priests who began by specializing in one Principle Divine Technique and only later trained in others after becoming a Divine Heart Priest, she could cultivate multiple principles from the outset. However, talent and effort are different matters.

After all, given the age she stood at, the result of greediness for diversification was mastering everything but excelling at none. So, many like Han Yan, despite being innate divine priests, focused on one main and supplemented with others. Han Yan’s Life Divine Skill couldn’t possibly match her expert Fire Divine Technique in power.

Now she actually abandoned her best Fire Divine Technique and hoped to counter Long Wucuo’s strongest Death Shield with the Life Divine Skill she wasn’t adept at. Isn’t that a surefire path to her demise?

However, this time, they were mistaken.

Although Han Yan appeared similar to other innate divine priests, she fundamentally differed in possessing the Xuanhuang Energy at the core of the Xuanhuang Stone, something other divine priests lacked!

As the Master Priests mocked, suddenly, the green fog shadow condensed sharply, seemingly becoming tangible, enveloping the Death Shield completely, preventing any forward movement.

The Master Priests’ laughter abruptly stopped, they leaned forward with recognition, intensely gazing at the green fog shadow enclosing the Death Shield, gradually condensing into a water droplet shape. They suddenly realized they underestimated Han Yan’s Life Divine Skill.

Could it be that Han Yan deliberately concealed her strength earlier, feigning weakness to exploit Long Wucuo’s unpreparedness with full force? But what was the point of this? Long Wucuo already hated her to the bone; he’d give his all from the start. Whether or not she hid her strength, the outcome would be the same.

Or maybe she intended to let them ridicule her first before slapping them in the face afterward? However, being a Hall Master, playing such childish tricks in a life-and-death duel seemed pointless.

In the end, they couldn’t fathom Han Yan’s intentions.

In truth, they overthought. Facing this situation, Han Yan also felt a bit at a loss. She intended to defeat Long Wucuo swiftly and efficiently in a thunderous manner to deliver significant shock to other priests, but alas, just like before when she deployed Fire Divine Technique, starting with a small flame and then delivering a sudden explosive strike, this time was no exception.

Han Yan helplessly gathered Divine Sense, concentrating it within the droplet.

The giant blue droplet gently oscillated, unexpectedly showcasing a half-transparent flame-like shadow. Until this moment, everyone realized it was not a water drop, but a burning fireball. Just that, this blue fireball infused with the Life Principle was something no one had ever seen.

Not only were others surprised, but Han Yan was equally astonished. Last night, while attempting Eight Desolate God Fall with the Life Principle, she didn’t encounter this circumstance.

Her gaze remained fixed on the blue fireball, once again sensing the familiar aura of Chaos Heavenly Fire, realizing the truth.

Gathering fire using the Life Principle seemed incredible on the Divine Continent, yet it was commonplace on the plane Ling Baobao inhabited. It was said Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire inherently possessed various law attributes; Chaos Heavenly Fire hailed as the Source of Ten Thousand Flames naturally could condense into fire through any Power of Laws.

Why each time she casts divine arts, they start off weak and suddenly grandly escalate probably relates to Chaos Heavenly Fire, whether due to its awakened Spiritual Sense’s mischievous nature or its sheer weak start.

Understanding the origin of the blue fireball, a hint of delight emerged in Han Yan’s eyes. If she lacked absolute confidence in securing victory prior, now, with Chaos Heavenly Fire’s aid, she’s full of conviction.

After all, her best mastery indeed was Fire Divine Technique!

Amidst everyone’s astonished gaze, the blue flame continued to burn, causing the Death Shield enveloped within to develop cracks.

Before Long Wucuo could react, he heard a faint ”crack” as the Death Shield exploded into fragments of light. The blue flame suddenly unopposed, like a blue fiery meteor, crashed heavily onto Long Wucuo’s chest.

Long Wucuo was shaken, retreating continuously, until retreated ten steps away, finally falling heavily to the ground, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, while his longsword flew off the stage.

Though it seemed slow, this occurred in an instant, catching Long Wucuo, who thought victory certain, severely wounded and coughing blood by Han Yan’s strike.

The entire plaza was deathly silent, staring blankly at the two on stage, with many instinctively rubbing their eyes, doubting they were seeing an illusion.

”Han Yan, you tricked me!” Long Wucuo glared at Han Yan, shouting furiously.

He had arduously cultivated the Death Shield for years, not flexible, but adept in manipulation. If Han Yan had exposed such formidable Life Divine Skill earlier, he would have surely withdrawn the technique, at least having a chance for self-preservation. But because Han Yan’s art seemed so weak initially, so deceitful, he was entirely unguarded, and by the time he attempted to withdraw the Death Shield for defense, it was already too late.

This reflected the same circumstance when his brother Long Wudang was defeated by Han Yan previously.

Han Yan felt somewhat wronged.