Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1444: Han Yan, Go!

"Moon-devouring Nether Prison, Han Yan, go!!!" From a distance, Ye Lanfeng’s anxious cry reverberated through the air. Before his voice even faded, Ye Lanfeng abruptly pivoted and sprinted towards Mu Hanyan. At that precise moment, the Black-clothed Man was just about to unleash his palm strike. However, Ye Lanfeng made no attempt to dodge or evade, completely disregarding his own safety. The Black-clothed Man’s palm hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of intent to withdraw surfacing, but Ye Lanfeng’s momentum was so potent that even he could not afford to be careless. The palm strike had been building force for some time, and it was not easily retracted. "Boom." The overwhelming force of the palm strike slammed into Ye Lanfeng’s back. Though he spewed a mouthful of blood, Ye Lanfeng pressed onward, leveraging the force of the blow to propel himself even faster towards Mu Hanyan. Hearing Ye Lanfeng’s urgent shout, Mu Hanyan realized the situation had likely become far more perilous than she had initially grasped. Without a moment’s delay, she rapidly retreated. At this juncture, a rift appeared in the shadowy sky, allowing a sliver of moonlight to penetrate. The light was a dim crimson, dazzling and unsettling, sending a profound shockwave through the heart. It felt akin to the transition between life and death, the very cycle of existence. Yet, paradoxically, amidst this cosmic shift, the dark force reached its zenith. The entire canyon was suffused with a dim crimson luminescence, as if ablaze with the molten fury of the Netherworld Hell. Illuminated by this eerie glow, the Netherworld Beast manifested once more. With a guttural growl, its form became indistinct, contorting and morphing. Suddenly, the world seemed to shimmer, and a tall, slender youth clad in crimson battle armor materialized. His purple hair whipped wildly around him, and a scar, extending from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, occasionally flickered into view amidst the tempestuous strands. He exuded a fierce, wicked aura, yet possessed a strange, captivating beauty. Maintaining the aggressive lunging posture of the Netherworld Beast, his speed was now amplified manifold. The sinuous, snake-like longsword in his grasp was aimed directly at Mu Hanyan’s Heart Meridian, its power escalating relentlessly. Middle Stage Great Sword Master, Late Stage, Sword Saint… "Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Mu Hanyan unleashed her strike with all her might. However, with her strength significantly suppressed to the level of a Great Sword Master, how could she possibly contend with a Sword Saint? Moreover, the opponent’s prowess was far from that of an ordinary Sword Saint; it was scarcely inferior to Ye Lanfeng’s. The Star Falling in Eight Desolates sword, resembling a celestial body plummeting from the heavens, was shattered by the opponent’s retaliatory blow. A surge of potent energy coursed through Mu Hanyan, causing her body to convulse violently. She vomited blood, sent hurtling uncontrollably through the air. The serpentine longsword, its momentum still potent, pursued her, aiming for her Heart Meridian. "Han Yan!" Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan cried out in alarm, their faces paling. They hastily ceased their own retreat and flew to intercept Mu Hanyan. The snake-like longsword swayed with an unrestrained grace. As its blade vibrated, a mass of dark red flames erupted, imbued with the essence of death and destruction. Several muffled groans echoed simultaneously, and Huayue and the others crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up blood, clearly grievously wounded. As the flames washed over the area, the surrounding human cultivators suffered immensely. The Fifth Prince, Qu Fengting, and the contingent of sons from noble families trailing Mu Hanyan bore the brunt of the assault. Amidst the groans of pain, hundreds of individuals spewed blood and collapsed, severely injured. Within a radius of ten feet, save for Mu Hanyan herself, not a single person remained standing. Despite their cultivation levels being significantly lower than Mu Hanyan’s, these were still individuals of the Sword Master realm and above. Their numbers, along with the formidable Exotic Beasts that accompanied many of them, should have offered some resistance. Yet, they succumbed to a single strike. How had his strength escalated to such terrifying heights! However, in this critical moment, astonishment took a backseat; all eyes were riveted on Mu Hanyan. The serpentine longsword, a harbinger of death, continued its relentless advance towards her Heart Meridian, drawing ever closer! Every heart pounded in collective dread. The turn of events had been far too swift; the purple-haired man’s power had surged with bewildering speed and intensity. Among the assembled spectators, only Ye Lanfeng possessed the caliber to challenge him, the sole individual capable of rescuing Mu Hanyan. But ensnared in combat with the enigmatic and formidable Black-clothed Man, he was already far removed from the canyon’s confines. Even if he were to risk severe injury to return, it would be too late. "Kill, kill…" On Beining Pass, the remaining soldiers and civilians, their eyes burning with a blood-red fury, charged down the pass, their voices a unified roar of defiance.

Without Mu Hanyan, Beining Pass would not have been able to hold out, nor would they have survived to this point. Witnessing Mu Hanyan's life hanging precariously in the balance, their blood boiled with anger.

They understood that their strength was insufficient to contend with the Netherworld Beast that had transformed into the purple-haired man. Charging forward meant certain death. Their sole hope was that their sacrifice might grant Mu Hanyan even a sliver of a chance to live. This was their unwavering conviction.

Alas, Beining Pass remained several thousand feet distant from the canyon. Even with their lives on the line for Mu Hanyan, time was an insurmountable obstacle.

"Sword Break, All Laws..." Ye Lanfeng let out a fierce cry, hurling the Thousand Break Sword with all his might.

The sound of its passage through the air was agonizing. The longsword shot forward as if it could cleave through space, heaven, and earth, moving too swiftly for the naked eye to follow.

"Sss!" With a quiet hiss, the Thousand-breaking Sword plunged into the purple-haired man's chest, eliciting a gush of crimson blood.

A wave of exhilaration swept through the onlookers, who prepared to erupt in cheers. However, their expressions instantly fell, the cheers dying in their throats, silenced.

Just as Ye Lanfeng's Thousand-breaking Sword pierced the purple-haired man's chest, the latter's serpentine longsword simultaneously found Mu Hanyan's Heart Meridian.

A dark aura of destruction and death surged forth like an unleashed torrent. The sheer force of it shattered her Eight Extraordinary Meridians, her five viscera and six bowels in an instant. Her Heart Meridian fractured, much like crystal struck with immense force.

Within the Heart Meridian, the ancient and steadfast Heart Protecting Divine Sword materialized once more, emitting a mystical luminescence and staunchly repelling the encroaching dark aura.

Yet, even Mu Hanyan's ultimate life-preserving magical artifact, the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, struggled against the Dark Power. The fundamental laws governing it were entirely distinct from those of the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent. Furthermore, the purple-haired man's current cultivation level far surpassed hers.

"Hahahahaha..." The purple-haired man erupted in wild laughter, utterly convinced he had successfully claimed Mu Hanyan's life with a single, decisive strike.

(The heat has been intense lately, with temperatures consistently exceeding thirty degrees Celsius. I'm staying indoors under the air conditioner, reluctant to venture out. Everyone, please take care of yourselves and avoid heatstroke.)