Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1366: He Was Mistaken

A competitive spirit surged within Feng Qingyu once more. As Tang Bufan launched relentless, frenzied assaults, his Cutting Pulse Finger struck out repeatedly.

In mere moments, nearly a hundred of Tang Bufan’s meridian points were struck by the Cutting Pulse Finger. Under normal circumstances, anyone else would have been rendered immobile, let alone capable of mobilizing Qi. Yet, Tang Bufan remained entirely unfazed, roaring furiously, each sword strike becoming faster and more potent than the last, as if consumed by sheer madness.

"Heaven and Earth, Sealing Demon!" Feng Qingyu finally deployed his Barrier.

This Barrier possessed a wonder akin to Yue Fanchen's Heaven and Earth Prison. However, while Heaven and Earth Prison restricted movement, Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon obstructed the operation of Qi. Even a cultivator in the Sword Saint Realm would find their Qi circulation significantly hampered within this Barrier, drastically reducing their combat power. Below the Sword Saint realm, reaching for this move was actually Feng Qingyu's first time against such a level of cultivator. He had anticipated that even if it couldn't render Tang Bufan completely useless, it would at least diminish his combat power by a staggering eighty percent.

Regrettably, his prediction proved incorrect once again.

Although the Barrier was named Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon, and Tang Bufan was labeled a madman, seemingly susceptible to its power, names were merely labels. Their true efficacy in restraint was another matter entirely.

An invisible apparition enveloped them both as the Heaven and Earth Rules took effect. Even Feng Qingyu, situated within the Barrier, sensed a slight deceleration in his Qi flow. Conversely, Tang Bufan, on the opposite side, remained completely unaffected, continuing his barrage of sword strikes.

Feng Qingyu's mouth gaped slightly. Even his most perfected Barrier could not seal Tang Bufan – was this individual truly a monster?

Soon, he discerned that this was undeniably the handiwork of the five Magic Artifacts and the Sword Array. After unleashing the Innate Divine Ability of the Fury Demon Slash, Tang Bufan’s combat power hadn't surged dramatically, but he gained immunity to the Barrier's sealing effect. Neither the Cutting Pulse Finger nor Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon could suppress his formidable strength.

Such an Innate Ability might not offer significant advantages in direct confrontation, but in specific, critical moments, it could yield astonishingly miraculous results, even completely altering the tide of battle.

Confronted by Tang Bufan's unyielding, frenzied onslaught, Feng Qingyu began to experience a throbbing headache. Unable to seal or eliminate his opponent, he absolutely could not allow this endless entanglement to persist.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyu felt as though he had inadvertently sabotaged himself. Who could have foreseen that by empowering the Sword Array he himself had taught, to amplify the might of those five Magic Artifacts, these young disciples would become so formidable, each presenting him with unexpected "surprises."

Wait a moment, there's still one more? As this thought crossed his mind, Feng Qingyu suddenly realized he had only contended with Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan thus far. He had yet to face Zi Yue, the one known as the Demon Sword, famed for his cunning, treachery, and utter despicability.

Recalling the elusive yet profoundly vile nature of that individual's swordsmanship sent a shiver down Feng Qingyu's spine.

Precisely at that instant, a sudden shift unfolded behind him, and a human figure soared through the air, delivering a downward slash.

With his heightened Six Senses, Feng Qingyu became instantly aware, instinctively pointing a finger backward.

"Boom!" Before he could exert any significant force, the moment his finger made contact with the descending figure, it abruptly exploded. The resulting turbulent energy wave caused a slight numbness in his fingertip.

A Clone! Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone! Feng Qingyu found himself momentarily stunned once more.

Logically, such a Clone sword technique would dissipate swiftly after the main body retreated. Therefore, after the earlier Clone's explosion, he hadn't paid much heed to the one lurking behind him. Who could have possibly expected this Clone to persist for such an extended duration?

Who declared Jiang Yuzhe's Clone Illusion ineffective against masters of the Sword Saint realm? Feng Qingyu recalled his earlier admonishment of Jiang Yuzhe and felt a pang of embarrassment, completely oblivious to the fact that at the precise moment the Clone detonated, a figure had flashed like a phantom, their Longsword aimed directly at his vital points.

Only when the chilling Sword Intent brushed against him did Feng Qingyu realize with a jolt – Zirong had made his move.

Aside from him, who else in this world could wield such dastardly and wretched sword techniques?

Greatly alarmed, Feng Qingyu, without much deliberation, sent Tang Bufan flying dozens of meters away with a single finger-strike. He then swiftly pivoted, his right index finger unleashing a rapid series of strikes towards Zirong's vitals.

Upon turning, the targeted area by Zirong's Longsword became even more crucial, compelling Feng Qingyu to adopt a posture of extreme caution.

Feng Qingyu's Finger Sword technique was undeniably exquisite. However, Zirong's Devil Eyes perceived the countless secrets embedded within his swordplay. Twisting his body like a supple fish, Zirong astonishingly evaded every strike, his own Longsword still aimed at Feng Qingyu's vital points.

"Brat, you truly intend to castrate me!" Feng Qingyu cursed inwardly, the thought jarring.

While cursing was easy, he couldn't deny his respect for Zirong's Devil Eyes. Despite his lighthearted curse, Feng Qingyu knew the hundred years of dedication poured into his Finger Sword technique, which allowed him to surpass the five opponents with just one finger. The myriad variations and profound mysteries within were imperceptible even to ordinary Sword Saints, yet Zirong's Devil Eyes laid them all bare as if they were transparent.

Perceiving the imminent danger of castration, Feng Qingyu no longer dared to hesitate. He instantly amplified his Qi, his fingertip igniting with a brilliant glow as his speed surged.

Zirong experienced a fleeting moment of breathlessness. Though he could still discern the intricacies of Feng Qingyu's Finger Sword, the sheer speed was insurmountable. This was the unbridgeable chasm of absolute strength, a gap that technique alone could not span.

Confronted by Feng Qingyu’s blindingly fast Finger Sword, Zirong could only execute a swift retreat. But as he moved back, the Longsword in his hand launched forward like a dart.

Naturally, Feng Qingyu did not consider such a self-abandoning attack seriously and casually flicked a finger towards it. Unbeknownst to Feng Qingyu at that moment, Zirong's lips had curled into a cunning, wicked smile as he retreated.

The instant his fingertip made contact with the Flying Sword, Feng Qingyu sensed an anomaly. The Longsword seemed inexplicably alive, twisting subtly and evading his touch.

Feng Qingyu continued his assault, extending several more fingers, yet the Longsword darted away like an agile serpent, weaving left, right, up, and down, astoundingly slipping past every Finger Sword.

Heart Sword! To control the sword with one's heart!

It turned out that after awakening the power of those five Magic Artifacts, not only had Huayue's group's Innate Ability undergone a qualitative transformation, but Zirong had too. This was the supreme might of Demon Sword Heart Kill.

Though it sounds like a lengthy explanation, the entire sequence transpired in the blink of an eye.

Witnessing Zirong's Heart Sword hurtling towards a critical spot, Feng Qingyu had no time for further contemplation and quickly thrust out his left index finger.