Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1365: Underestimated Them Too Much

As words were exchanged, he pointed a single finger towards the tip of Huayue’s sword. A radiant shimmer emanated from that digit, as if it were forged from pure gold, possessing a solidity comparable to that of common divine weapons.

"Ding..." Upon contact with the sword’s tip, the finger produced a resonant metallic clanging that lingered in the air.

Huayue felt an impact akin to a colossal hammer strike, causing him to stagger back repeatedly. His complexion turned as ashen as gold leaf, indicating that his internal organs had sustained a significant shock. It was only due to his formidable defenses that Feng Qingyu’s finger did not inflict severe injury.

"Even though your strength has attained the Sword Master Realm, it is merely passable," Feng Qingyu commented.

Despite the considerable might of Huayue’s sword strike, the disparity between them remained vast. Even the amplified concussive force delivered by the sword posed no true danger to him.

Feng Qingyu let out a laugh, brimming with confidence in his power and a touch of scorn for Huayue. Yet, as he laughed, his gaze suddenly intensified, and the finger held aloft began to tremble.

"Boom," a bolt of Heavenly Thunder erupted, violently detonating at the tip of his finger. The intense shockwave breached his finger’s protective barrier, directly infiltrating his meridians before surging relentlessly towards his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and inner organs.

Feng Qingyu’s entire body convulsed, his flesh quivering. While such a shock could not genuinely damage his meridians or energy sea, a profound disturbance arose within his chest and abdomen, nearly inducing him to vomit.

How had this youngster’s innate technique become so peculiar? Feng Qingyu regarded Huayue with surprise.

He had personally observed the prior confrontation between Huayue and Qin Ba. Although the Thunder Sound Sky Shake technique was potent, harming others while self-inflicting some damage, it had failed to breach Qin Ba’s defenses directly. Thus, Huayue could only manage a draw against Qin Ba in the end, unable to secure a victory.

Now, however, with Huayue merely having advanced to Great Sword Master, the innate divine skill of Thunder Sound Sky Shake had undergone a fundamental transformation. It could now directly penetrate his defenses and shock his meridians and internal organs. This was clearly not a result of increased power but was intrinsically linked to those five magical artifacts.

With considerable effort, Feng Qingyu suppressed the urge to retch, inwardly acknowledging that he should not dismiss the younger generation so readily. The Ruyi Hair Crown and the four Heavenly Destiny Star Plates in their possession, combined with their sword formations, were far superior to their application by Jing Jianjue and Qin Ba. This advantage stemmed from their innate divine abilities, a capability that Jing Jianjue and the others lacked.

Having just regained his composure, two illusory duplicates materialized before him and to his sides, their swords descending in a crosswise slash.

This was, naturally, Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone Illusion technique.

"A mere stratagem of deception and misdirection, ultimately insignificant in the grand scheme," Feng Qingyu declared with disdain towards Jiang Yuzhe’s innate divine skill.

As his strength grew, his Six Senses continuously sharpened. Whether it was Shadow Shifting or Clone Shadow Transformation, such techniques struggled to fool the acute perception of a Sword Saint. Jiang Yuzhe’s innate divine skill was remarkably effective against opponents below the Holy-grade, but against those above the rank of Sword Saint, its efficacy diminished significantly, proving far less useful than Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake.

"Return whence you came!" Feng Qingyu’s Divine Sense projected, effortlessly pinpointing Jiang Yuzhe’s true form, and he casually extended a finger.

"Bang!" Despite Jiang Yuzhe’s swift sword block, he was still sent hurtling backward by the finger strike, his countenance draining of color.

"Dedicate more time to advancing your cultivation; that is the true path. Shadow Shifting, Clone Illusion – these are minor, unconventional methods, utterly useless against genuine experts," Feng Qingyu lectured Jiang Yuzhe with an air of superiority.

Indeed, it was only Jiang Yuzhe’s actual body that was repelled. The phantom duplicate to his front left continued its sword slash, and another clone remained positioned behind him. Nevertheless, Feng Qingyu, relying on his honed Six Senses, found it beneath his notice to even acknowledge them further. It was merely a Clone Shadow Transformation, akin to a fleeting shadow with no substance, not worth his attention.

As expected, when the illusory sword struck Feng Qingyu, it dissipated like a fragile soap bubble. A smile of self-satisfaction emerged on Feng Qingyu’s face. However, his amusement was short-lived.

For, at the very instant the phantom clone dissolved, a colossal force detonated like a powder keg.

"Boom," a deafening explosion resounded. This force, though incapable of breaching Feng Qingyu’s defenses to imperil his internal organs, rendered half of his body numb. As the dust settled, his face and attire were coated in a layer of dull gray grime.

Feng Qingyu was taken aback. How had this individual managed to conceal Qi within a phantom clone? Such a sword technique was entirely unprecedented. This was undoubtedly another manifestation of innate divine skills, amplified by those five magical artifacts.

These youngsters are truly monstrous! First, Huayue's Thunder Sound Sky Shake left Feng Qingyu feeling unwell, nearly causing him to vomit. Then, Jiang Yuzhe's Clone Illusion exploding shattered his composure, like being doused in dirt.

"Fury, Devil Slash!" Before his partially numbed body could recover, Tang Bufan charged forward with fierce determination, unleashing a desperate sword strike.

It wasn't that he genuinely sought a mutual destruction, but his innate divine skill dictated such sword techniques, regardless of the opponent.

"These brats, do they truly believe I'm a weakened tiger now that its roar is absent?" Observing Tang Bufan's reckless, all-out assault, Feng Qingyu's patience wore thin. He once again extended a finger.

The power behind this strike was noticeably greater than before. Tang Bufan was sent hurtling backward, yet mid-air, he twisted his body, returning to the fray with another swift sword slash.

"Hmm?" Feng Qingyu uttered a soft sound. While his intention was not to inflict severe harm, the force of his finger strike was substantial. His plan was to cause a minor injury and then seal Tang Bufan's meridians to incapacitate him. However, observing Tang Bufan's slightly ashen face, he realized that despite the grievous wounds, his meridians remained unsealed, and he still possessed combat capability.

Filled with bewilderment, Feng Qingyu pointed another finger, this time targeting a specific meridian point on Tang Bufan's right shoulder. If this point were sealed, Tang Bufan's sword-wielding right hand would become useless, at least temporarily.

"Hiss!" His fingertip landed precisely on the intended meridian point.

To his profound astonishment, Tang Bufan's sword posture remained utterly unaltered. The right hand gripping the sword was as steady and firm as ever.

Feng Qingyu's finger tapped against Tang Bufan's longsword once more, repelling him backward. However, his mind was even more astounded. His own strength was considerable, even amongst Sword Saints, and his signature Cutting Pulse Finger was supposed to be effective against a mere Great Sword Master. This outcome was utterly inconceivable.

Another monster!