Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1443: Mesmerized Spectators

"Sword Break, All Techniques!" Ye Lanfeng’s expression remained composed as the Thousand-breaking Sword was thrust forward.

The radiant Sword Light pierced the fiery spear, yet an unusual silence followed. The crimson flames quickly dwindled, and the Qi pressure exerted by the Netherworld Beast also began to recede.

Han Yan’s eyes brightened. It appeared the Netherworld Beast’s power did not surpass that of a Sword Saint, or perhaps, like the experts from the temple, it was constrained by the laws of the Holy Court Continent. It seemed to rely on a peculiar Netherworld Beast magic to wield Sword Saint might. Ye Lanfeng's Thousand-breaking Sword, with its ability to shatter techniques and laws, was precisely its weakness.

"Boom!" A surge of Qi finally erupted, and with a dull thud, the Netherworld Beast was forced into a powerful retreat.

Ye Lanfeng, naturally, would not allow such an opportunity to pass. With a fierce cry, the Thousand-breaking Sword pursued relentlessly, targeting the Netherworld Beast's critical Heart Meridian. Even if the Heart Meridian wasn't its sole vital spot, being struck by a formidable expert like Ye Lanfeng meant potent Holy Saint Gang Qi would flood its body, guaranteeing demise regardless of the target.

The Netherworld Beast let out a furious roar, unleashing its claws and conjuring several spears from condensed crimson flame. However, its defenses were no match for Ye Lanfeng. The chilling gleam of the Thousand-breaking Sword flashed, and the illusory spear shadows dissolved like snow under the sun as the sharp sword tip drew frighteningly close to the Netherworld Beast's Heart Meridian.

Abruptly, a dark figure materialized in the sky, descending with a palm strike. This attack, however, was not directed at the Netherworld Beast or Ye Lanfeng, but at Han Yan.

The world seemed to tremble with wind and thunder with that single palm. It was a Sword Saint, an undeniable expert of the Sword Saint Realm, and a truly formidable one at that, for the power contained within the palm was no less than Ye Lanfeng's.

Ye Lanfeng's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly redirected his assault towards the man clad in black descending from the sky.

Confronted by Ye Lanfeng’s killing sword strike, the man simply scoffed coldly, altering the direction of his palm mid-air to intercept Ye Lanfeng.

As the Palm Shadow collided with the Sword Light, a tempest of Qi Light erupted, akin to a hurricane, startling even the Exotic Beasts and numerous human cultivators below, throwing them into disarray.

Ye Lanfeng showed a flicker of surprise, compelled to step back several paces.

"Who are you?" Ye Lanfeng inquired, his sword-like eyebrows raising as he spoke in a deep tone.

The man in black offered no reply, launching a direct assault.

With a resounding roar, Ye Lanfeng’s sword of destruction cut through the air once more.

Despite facing an opponent who was slightly superior, Ye Lanfeng displayed not a trace of fear. His battle intent and killing aura intensified, becoming even more potent than before.

Yun Qianmo's warning must have been about this very individual! Ye Lanfeng remained unaware of the man's identity or his intentions. He knew only one thing—he would fight with his life on the line to prevent Han Yan from being harmed.

High above, two figures moved in a blur, creating an ethereal spectacle. The black-clothed man’s palms struck like surging waves, not only holding their ground against Ye Lanfeng’s Thousand-breaking Sword but even gaining a slight advantage. As their battle raged, potent and chaotic Qi surged in all directions. Several thunderous explosions echoed from the canyon, and the towering stone peaks were sundered by the sheer force, cleaved cleanly in two as if by a colossal blade.

Below, all the cultivators watched in stunned silence, utterly captivated.

This, they realized, was the true measure of a master!

It was at this moment that the beast’s roar resonated once more.

Only then did the crowd snap back to the present reality. The sudden appearance of Ye Lanfeng and the mysterious expert had nearly caused them to forget that Han Yan and the Netherworld Beast were the true focus of the ongoing duel.

The Netherworld Beast, enveloped in flames, beat its wings and shot towards Han Yan once more, swift as an arrow.

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan’s Cold Sky Sword flashed again. With this sword technique in her left hand, the overwhelming power of a Sword Saint erupted once more.

Ye Lanfeng’s sword emerged from the dust, noting that the Netherworld Beast's momentum had already plummeted to the Great Sword Master Realm. It posed no further threat, and thus, she no longer needed to hold back.

"Thunder Sound, Sword Swinging!"

"Demon Sword, Heart Kill!"

"Clone, Illusion Destruction!"

"Fury, Devil Slash!"

Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan’s strengths simultaneously surged to the Great Sword Master Realm, their combined resolve set on slaying the Netherworld Beast in a single, decisive blow.

One Sword Saint, four Great Sword Masters! The grim fate awaiting the Netherworld Beast seemed vividly clear to almost everyone present!

Within the realm of cultivators, certain divides are insurmountable, a feat even the mythical Netherworld Beasts could not achieve. Without a doubt, Han Yan and her allies would have shattered this Netherworld Beast into oblivion, concluding this final confrontation with a triumphant victory.

In their elation, the onlookers failed to perceive the Netherworld Beast’s reaction to Han Yan and her companions’ full-powered assaults. Instead of shock or dread, its demonic visage twisted into a sinister grin.

Abruptly, the ambient light faded, and the once brilliant moonlight bathing the land vanished without a trace.

Bewilderment swept through the crowd as they gazed upward, witnessing a spherical shadow rapidly traversing the heavens, eclipsing the luminous moon.

A solar eclipse? How could such an event occur now, and with such astonishing swiftness!

The Holy Court Continent boasts a venerable history and enlightened populace; while remote regions might harbor the uninitiated, the majority are far from ignorant. They understood that a solar eclipse is merely a lunar event, a natural phenomenon devoid of the calamitous omens of legend. Yet, observing this unexpectedly rapid celestial obscuration, a chilling premonition began to grip every heart.

The moon, once round and bright in the sky, was now completely swallowed by the encroaching shadow, plunging the entire world into absolute darkness.

An unidentifiable power permeated the canyon, a force so abyssal and profound, it reeked of death. Icy winds swept through the chasm, sounding like the mournful cries of countless tormented spirits.

This oppressive energy did not originate from the Holy Court Continent but hailed from an entirely different Plane. Beneath its suffocating influence, everyone’s Qi inexplicably faltered, stagnating and utterly immobilized.

At this critical juncture, the canyon became an isolated pocket, suffused with the alien laws and powers of another dimension. Most terrifying of all, these spatial laws were not only distinct from those of the Holy Court Continent but also bore no resemblance to those of the Divine Continent.

Despite having ingested the Moon Shadow Orchid, Han Yan found herself inevitably suppressed by this unique planar power, which matched neither the Holy Court Continent nor the Divine Continent. Her cultivation, which had been elevated to the Sword Saint Realm through the aid of the Five Great Magical Instruments, consequently plummeted back to the Great Sword Master Realm. Huayue and the others suffered the same fate, with no exceptions.

Lost in the oppressive darkness, no one could ascertain the unfolding events, only that the dreadful foreboding in their hearts intensified with each passing moment.