Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1367: Unfortunately, He Was Wrong Again

With two 'Two Finger Swords' unleashed simultaneously, one finally managed to strike Han Yan’s Heart Sword. The blade sank and then shot out from between his legs.

At this critical moment, the Sword Light's power was utterly depleted, its flight path reduced to less than two feet before it tumbled to the ground.

Han Yan’s face drained of color, and he sank heavily onto the ground. It appeared that while the Heart Sword technique was as elusive as ghosts and gods, it consumed an immense amount of Qi and Divine Sense. Furthermore, its manipulative range was severely limited, extending no more than two feet at most.

However, that minuscule distance was sufficient. In a true battle for survival, those two feet could be the deciding factor between life and death.

Feng Qingyu's complexion was also far from good. The final Heart Sword from Han Yan had caused him to break out in a cold sweat and significantly damaged his pride.

"You claimed you would only use one finger, yet you employed two just now," Ling Baobao pointed at him and exclaimed.

"I meant one finger from each hand; you simply misunderstood," Feng Qingyu’s expression worsened, and he retorted with annoyance.

A profound and inexplicable wave of sorrow washed over him internally; to be so thoroughly outmaneuvered by mere youths who hadn't even reached the Sword Saint Realm was a loss of face he couldn't easily stomach.

Fortunately, Huayue and the others remained silent, which offered him a small measure of comfort.

"Fatty, it’s my turn now," Mu Hanyan declared with a clear shout, soaring forward.

In a formal match, Mu Hanyan would have already commenced her attack. However, as this was intended as a lesson rather than a true contest against Feng Qingyu, there was no need to rush in simultaneously. She was also keenly interested in witnessing the astounding performance of Huayue and the others after their strength had been augmented by the Five Great Magical Instruments.

The outcome did not disappoint her; instead, it presented a tremendous surprise.

The impressive display by the four ignited Mu Hanyan's fighting spirit, and her subsequent sword strike radiated eagerness, its momentum akin to a magnificent rainbow.

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Mu Hanyan unleashed her most potent sword technique.

The Sword Light descended like a meteor, bathing the entire courtyard in a brilliance as bright as day. The sheer power of this strike surpassed all her previous attempts by a significant margin, undoubtedly rivaling that of a standard Sword Saint.

"Is this the extent of your power? What a pity," Feng Qingyu admitted that he could boast before others, but certainly not before Mu Hanyan, shaking his head as he spoke with feigned regret.

In truth, Mu Hanyan's sword power had slightly exceeded his initial estimations. Nevertheless, when contrasted with the fundamentally transformed Innate Divine Ability of Huayue and the others, it didn't present many elements of surprise.

"Heaven and Earth, Sealing Demon." Feng Qingyu, almost out of habit, invoked the Barrier.

This was his customary tactic for dealing with juniors, befitting his esteemed position. Engaging directly with a challenger unworthy of his full attention would be excessively humiliating. Therefore, when confronted by an opponent he deemed insufficient for a direct confrontation, he would often seal their cultivation using 'Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon,' compelling them to recognize their limitations and retreat.

Moreover, by merely employing this technique without resorting to weapons or significant physical exertion, he could subdue opponents effortlessly, thereby accentuating his image as a transcended martial artist.

Admittedly, there were moments when this corpulent fellow truly mastered the art of appearing exceptionally cool.

As the focal point of Mu Hanyan’s presence, the surrounding light and shadows began to twist erratically, and the 'Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon' technique took effect.

Only then did Feng Qingyu recall that the 'Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon' Barrier had proven utterly ineffective against Tang Bufan previously. He chastised himself for hastily employing this barrier again. However, he quickly shook his head and offered a self-deprecating smile—how had he become so hesitant?

The 'Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon' was only potent against Tang Bufan, not Mu Hanyan. Even if the might of her sword strike reached the Sword Saint Realm, it wouldn't be completely suppressed by the barrier. Nonetheless, her combat effectiveness would likely diminish compared to the others.

Unfortunately for him, he soon discovered his assumption to be mistaken once more.

The power of Mu Hanyan's sword remained entirely unaffected; the 'Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon' was similarly powerless against her.

Gazing intently at Mu Hanyan, Feng Qingyu was astonished to find that, despite her Sword Force remaining unchanged, her entire being was now imbued with a frenzied battle spirit, remarkably mirroring Tang Bufan during his demonic incarnation.

Tang Bufan’s Innate Divine Ability seemed to have been inexplicably transferred to her!

Witnessing Mu Hanyan effortlessly breaking free from the barrier and her longsword fiercely cleaving towards him, Feng Qingyu could no longer afford to be complacent. He unleashed nearly a hundred Sword Lights from both of his Finger Swords simultaneously, forming a defensive net of blades to impede Mu Hanyan’s advance.

Mu Hanyan’s clear and pure eyes suddenly flickered with distinct hues; one eye transformed into an absolute black while the other became a pure white.

Devil Eyes—it was Han Yan’s formidable Devil Eyes!

It transpired that she had not only inherited Tang Bufan’s innate divine ability, which could bypass any obstacle, but also obtained Han Yan’s Devil Eyes, a power capable of discerning the deepest secrets within countless sword techniques.

Her lithe form danced with the grace of the wind. In mere moments, Mu Hanyan had navigated through Feng Qingyu’s intricate sword net of myriad transformations. Unlike Han Yan's nearly contorting movements that challenged human anatomy, hers possessed an ethereal beauty, akin to the very spirit of the wind.

The wind, formless and yielding, permeates every corner; how could even the densest or most shifting sword net possibly impede its passage?

Observing that his Sword Light could not impede Mu Hanyan’s advance, Feng Qingyu promptly aimed both his Finger Swords directly at Mu Hanyan’s Cold Sky Sword.

If he was incapable of disrupting Mu Hanyan’s Qi flow or halting her momentum, then he would resort to overwhelming her with his superior strength.

Naturally, as this was not a fight to the death, he refrained from unleashing his full might or employing fatal strikes. However, the sheer power imbued within his Finger Sword already rivaled that of a Middle Stage Sword Saint, projecting an immense pressure upon Mu Hanyan.

At the very least, this was Feng Qingyu’s conviction.

Once again, his assumptions proved incorrect.

Just as his Finger Sword was on the verge of contact with the Cold Sky Sword, Mu Hanyan vanished with her blade, only to reappear as three distinct figures. Three longswords simultaneously descended upon Feng Qingyu from above.

Clone, Illusion Destruction! Jiang Yuzhe’s innate divine ability had also manifested within Mu Hanyan.

In truth, even Mu Hanyan herself had not anticipated that Huayue and the others' innate divine abilities would transfer to her until she acted. During the strike, a surge of spiritual light flashed through her mind, repeatedly illuminating her consciousness, much like the startling realization she experienced when first awakening to the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword.

Although these were the innate divine abilities of Huayue and the others, as the spiritual light pulsed from her core, Mu Hanyan perceived these powers as deeply ingrained within her bloodline, feeling an effortless and natural mastery as she wielded them.

Feng Qingyu dared not show any laxity; his Finger Sword slashed forth, unleashing twin streams of Sword Light from his fingertips, forming an unbreachable bulwark before him.

(Lately, the weather has been intensely hot =.= I'm becoming more and more like a lazy, salted fish. I desire to slim down, but the sight of ice cream compels me to indulge. Ahh, would anyone like to treat me to some ice cream? My heartfelt gratitude.)