Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1393: Slapping Faces Is Her Style

With a dull thud, the Iron-Backed Saber-Toothed Tiger facing Huayue squarely was sent hurtling backward by his sword. It skidded and scrambled for a dozen paces before laboriously regaining its footing.

The formidable power unleashed by Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake was more than a match for any opponent of the same rank, and this Exotic Beast was no exception.

Nearby, the Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceros, which had been charging with great speed, abruptly stopped. Three figures materialized like phantoms before it, their slender, narrow, and elongated sword blades glinting with the sheen of death as they thrust towards its eyes from three distinct angles.

While the Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceros boasted thick armor resembling dragon scales, renowned for its formidable defense, its eyes represented a critical vulnerability. This weak point was far less protected than the rest of its body, and it certainly couldn't withstand a full-powered assault from a Ninth Rank Sword Master.

The Dragon Scale Flame Rhinoceros possessed a robust physique and well-developed limbs, but its intelligence was undoubtedly not insignificant. Perceiving the dire turn of events, it forcefully halted its charge, employing its powerful legs to leap backward and retreat.

On the other flank, Zirong’s sinuous longsword plunged directly into a crevice between the armor plates of another Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceros. Blood erupted like a fountain, and the creature emitted a piercing shriek.

The armor of the Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceros, as resilient as refined steel, rivaled that of the Fierce Stone Demon. However, unlike the Fierce Stone Demon, the gaps between its armored segments presented exploitable weaknesses. While others might struggle to discern these flaws amidst thousands of plates, Zirong’s Devil Eyes possessed the ability to perceive countless hidden truths, rendering the beast’s vulnerabilities utterly exposed to her gaze.

In agony, this Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceros beat a hasty retreat.

Behind it, the Earthly Ferocious Bear let out a furious roar, its fur shimmering with a golden luminescence. Its colossal, Heavenly Spirit Giant Palms descended repeatedly, seemingly in a fit of rage. Confronting this onslaught, Tang Bufan bellowed, his dark hair whipping in the wind. Each swing of his broad longsword carried an irresistible momentum, characterizing him as a rampaging demon.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Bufan’s longsword clashed dozens of times with the Earthly Ferocious Bear’s stone mill-like giant palms, unleashing deafening thunderous echoes. Despite the bear’s renowned absolute power, Tang Bufan’s stance remained unyielding, his legs seemingly rooted to the ground, refusing to yield an inch.

Conversely, the bear, typically known for its unbridled fury, displayed a flicker of fear in its eyes. Driven back by Tang Bufan’s fearless and overwhelming presence, it found itself continuously retreating.

Having landed their decisive blows, Huayue and Zirong’s confidence surged, and they granted their adversaries no respite, pressing their attacks relentlessly like fleeting shadows.

Confronted by Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake, Zirong’s Demon Sword Heart Kill, Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone Illusion Destruction, and Tang Bufan’s Furious Demon Slash, the Exotic Beasts found themselves utterly incapable of resistance, compelled to retreat step by painful step.

Finally, with the Iron-Backed Saber-Toothed Tiger spewing blood under the impact of Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake, the two Dragon Scale Fire Pattern Rhinoceroses bleeding profusely from the spectral longsword strikes of Jiang Yuzhe and Zirong, and the forehead of the Earthly Ferocious Bear gashed open by Tang Bufan’s sweeping sword strike, the four Exotic Beasts unleashed sorrowful cries and fled towards the distant Longyan Mountain.

Though the description may seem extensive, the entire engagement, from Huayue and Zirong’s initial assault to the panicked flight of the Exotic Beasts, transpired in under seven and a half minutes.

A profound silence enveloped the surroundings, leaving everyone on the city ramparts in a state of stunned astonishment.

Ninth Rank Sword Masters were counted among Mu Hanyan’s retinue. Tang Bufan’s ferocious momentum, far surpassing his apparent cultivation level, had led observers to mistake him for a Ninth Rank Sword Master.

If they were merely ordinary Ninth Rank Sword Masters, their prowess would have been impressive enough. However, their actual combat capabilities were clearly far superior to that of standard Ninth Rank Sword Masters; otherwise, they could not have vanquished such formidable Exotic Beasts in a mere seven and a half minutes. It’s worth recalling that previously, Dan Tai Xuan and ten others had struggled for four hours merely to repel the enemy.

Without such a stark comparison, it was difficult to fully grasp the true might displayed by Huayue and his companions.

It was no wonder Mu Hanyan exuded such unwavering confidence, her smile serene—not out of indifference to her followers’ potential peril, but stemming from her absolute trust in their formidable strength.

Reflecting on their earlier doubts and criticisms directed at Mu Hanyan, the chamber of commerce stewards wore expressions of deep shame, finally giving credence to Mu Hanyan’s prior assurances.

Meanwhile, Park Donghan’s complexion shifted from pale to flushed, a palpable desire to vanish from sight consuming him.

Yet, Park Donghan was not the individual with the most mortified expression—that distinction belonged to Dan Tai Xuan.

Never in his wildest dreams had he fathomed the rapid advancement of Mu Hanyan's disciples. A stark contrast to their previous meeting, where they hadn't even reached the Sword Master realm, they were now Ninth Rank Sword Masters, matching his own level. The potent combat prowess and astounding feats displayed by Huayue and the others felt like a direct, stinging rebuke. They had routed the Exotic Beasts in a mere seven and a half minutes, while his own three senior disciples and juniors were still locked in a desperate struggle against a single Iron-Backed Saber-Toothed Tiger. As the saying goes, absence of comparison breeds no disparity, and without comparison, there is no pain. At this precise moment, Mr. Tantai was experiencing significant emotional distress. The difference between an Eighth Rank and a Ninth Rank Sword Master appeared to be immense. His original intention upon returning to Anyun was not only to rapidly enhance his own strength but also to bring nine accomplished senior and junior disciples, thereby enabling him to stand proud and potentially secure the opportunity to enter the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond. All aspects seemed aligned with his aspirations; the siege of Fang Town by the Exotic Beasts presented itself as a divinely ordained chance. However, the sudden appearance of Mu Hanyan extinguished all his nascent hopes before they could even take root, casting him into the role of a public spectacle. Dan Tai Xuan was not unintelligent; he likely grasped the reason for Mu Hanyan and her companions' earlier astonishment—it was undoubtedly directed at his own arrogance and inflated self-regard, a blatant unawareness of worldly limitations. Reflecting on his previous boastful pronouncements, even he now found them to be utterly ridiculous. "Mr. Tantai, it appears your juniors and seniors are faltering. Do you require assistance?" Mu Hanyan reveled in exacerbating others' misfortunes, and this occasion was no different. Indeed, Dan Tai Xuan's disciples, witnessing Huayue and her group effortlessly repelling the formidable Exotic Beasts, were overcome with profound shame. This humiliation fueled their frustration, leading to a decline in their combat performance, and they were consequently forced into a continuous retreat by the relentless Iron-Backed Saber-Toothed Tiger. "No, thank you." The sensation for Dan Tai Xuan was as if Mu Hanyan had delivered a forceful blow to his face, his complexion flushing as he uttered the words, a low hum accompanying his response. Regrettably for him, Mu Hanyan paid no heed. Continuing her assault was, after all, her customary approach!