Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1665: Even in Death, One Must Be Magnificent

Han Yan gave a bitter smile. The words of the Holy Master might be unclear to others, but she and Ye Lanfeng understood them completely. Her identity and her bloodline were the key for the Holy Master to obtain the inheritance.

So it wasn’t just Ye Lanfeng who knew her secret, the Holy Master had known all along.

"Also, you said it wrong earlier. I’m doing this, not to unify the Holy Continent, nor for some supreme hegemony. I do this only to ensure the continent’s peace and for the countless living beings." The Holy Master raised his head, speaking solemnly.

"All you need is my bloodline, let them go." Han Yan looked at Zhuang Ping’an and the others beside her, whose faces were ashen, and sighed.

If it were anyone else, they might still have the heart to rebel, but in front of the Holy Master, they not only didn’t resist, they even forgot their anger, leaving only despair.

"Young Master Mu..." Originally lost in despair, Zhuang Ping’an and the others were instantly awakened by Han Yan’s words.

They couldn’t even remember how many times Han Yan had stepped forward, how many times she had risked her life to protect them. Warm currents flowed into their hearts, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"You are indeed kind-hearted. I haven’t misjudged you. If given a choice, I would truly not wish to harm you. Unfortunately, you are not strong enough yet. But when you are, I will no longer be able to refine your bloodline, so you must die, and they as well." The Holy Master shook his head, saying regretfully.

"What!" Ye Lanfeng trembled violently.

He had thought the Holy Master only needed their bloodline and wouldn’t take their lives. Hearing the Holy Master’s words, he realized he was wrong.

"Lan Feng, you are different from them. Leave here, and you will be the only Saint left. Once I’ve completed this task, ensuring millennia of peace for the Holy Court Continent, I will pass the position of Holy Master to you." The Holy Master said to Ye Lanfeng.

His bloodline had nothing to do with Han Yan, so the Holy Master had no need to take his life.

Ye Lanfeng gazed into the Holy Master’s eyes and slowly, slowly shook his head, then knelt to the ground, respectfully kowtowing three times.

"Lan Feng, what are you doing?" The Holy Master frowned.

"Master, this is my last time calling you master. Thank you for teaching and raising me, I will remember it to my death. If you want my bloodline or my life, I will not resist. But for Han Yan, I can only be your enemy!" With these words, Ye Lanfeng stood up, drawing the Divine Sword from his waist.

Traces of tears still marked his face, but his expression was resolute.

His posture was so upright, so unyielding, like a mountain standing forever!

Watching Ye Lanfeng’s upright figure, everyone was deeply shocked, realizing suddenly that the Holy Master might not be so terrifying, not utterly unstoppable.

"To take our lives, it won’t be easy." Yue Fanchen drew his longsword.

"As a swordsman, there is dignity. Even in death, it will be on the battlefield." Zhuang Ping’an also drew his longsword.

"A real man stands proud in life and death; even in death, it should be grand!" Nan Aotian also drew his longsword.

All around, the sound of swords being drawn echoed, and seeing Ye Lanfeng’s unyielding will, their once hopeless hearts reignited with fierce fighting spirit.

As for Huayue and the others, there were no extra words, for they had already drawn their longswords as soon as they understood the Holy Master’s intention.

Dantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, Wei Xiaotian, and other Saint elite disciples were disheartened. They neither drew their swords against the Holy Master nor obstructed the others.

They were utterly loyal to the Holy Master, willing to die for him without a complaint, yet they couldn’t accept this outcome. To them, the Holy Master’s actions were a form of betrayal, but they couldn’t raise their hands against him.

"Is it worth it? Just leave now, and you’ll be the master of the Holy Court, even the whole sacred continent. Is this worth it?" The Holy Master looked at Ye Lanfeng and slowly asked.

"I don’t know if it’s worth it. I only know, I will never miss it again, never lose again. I will protect her with my life." Ye Lanfeng said unwaveringly.

All around, everyone was moved. Although most of them were engrossed in cultivation and had long since ignored matters of love, Ye Lanfeng’s words and expression moved them nonetheless.

"I understand." The Holy Master nodded, his demeanor becoming incredibly stern.

"Heavenly Sword, Breaking God!" Ye Lanfeng shouted, his longsword slashing toward the Holy Master.

"Nine Heavens, Star Fall!" Han Yan would not stand by idly. As soon as Ye Lanfeng moved, her sword, long prepared, also slashed out.

"Thunder Sound, Sword Swinging!"

"Saint, Sword Dao!"

"Heavenly Star, Sword Trace!"

...

Following, other descendants of the Guardian of the Gods displayed their strongest sword techniques.

The Holy Master looked at them indifferently, waiting until the sword light reached him before lightly waving his robe sleeve.

With that sleeve, it seemed to encompass the whole universe, as if the vastness of the earth and sky were shrouded by the wide robe.

The sudden gust forced everyone to retreat consecutively, spewing blood. Those with lower cultivation directly fell to the ground, unable to rise for a while.

Ye Lanfeng and Han Yan were no exception, stepping back several paces, their faces pale as paper with traces of blood upon their lips, clearly injured heavily.

Everyone looked horrified at the Holy Master. Though their Qi and Divine Sense were drained by the Array, they still had some residual strength. Despite their joint attack carrying significant power and Ye Lanfeng seemingly less affected by the Array, even so, their combined sword strike couldn’t withstand a casual robe sleeve of the Holy Master’s.

The Holy Master’s power was terrifying indeed!

"Not bad, truly not bad. Given the circumstances, you still maintain such fighting spirit, displaying such sword power. If the time and place were different, you would’ve surely brought glory to my Holy Court. Alas, such unfortunate timing." The Holy Master sighed profoundly.

Finished, he saw no point in wasting time with them and began forming hand gestures anew.

In mid-air, lights burst forth. Everyone’s Qi and Divine Sense, along with the hidden power within their bloodlines, flowed out at an even faster rate, even their vitality began to rapidly deplete.

Clearly, in face of the Holy Master’s overwhelming power, despite their determination to fight to the death, they were utterly powerless.

"What you want is our bloodline, but I refuse to give it to you." Sang Qinghe reversed his sword’s edge, aiming it at his Heart Meridian, a look of sheer determination on his face.