Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1667: Battle of Life and Death

Han Yan’s eyes also revealed a look of excitement; this elderly man was indeed the hidden master who had helped her repair the Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendant. She hadn’t guessed wrong; he was indeed Lu Guantian.

"Shanling, you’ve worked hard all these years." Seeing the tears in Qu Shanling’s eyes, Lu Guantian was somewhat moved, nodded, and said kindly.

Qu Shanling’s tears finally couldn’t hold back and overflowed, yet he couldn’t utter a single word. Of course, he also knew that now was not the time for the two of them to reminisce.

"Junior Brother, you really haven’t died." The Holy Master looked at Lu Guantian and said indifferently.

"Senior Brother, let it go; the Divine Martial has appeared, why continue to defy the heavens?" Lu Guantian sighed and said. It’s demonic obstruction, the senior brother is completely consumed by it.

"What if the Divine Martial has appeared? Do you truly believe she can save the Holy Continent, truly ensure the safety of billions? No, she cannot; only I can save the entire continent!" the Holy Master said with a cold snort.

"Senior Brother, have you forgotten the master’s last teachings?" Lu Guantian shouted sternly.

"Of course, I haven’t forgotten the master’s final teachings, but the world is fickle; even with the master’s Great Divine Power, he might not truly unravel the Heavenly Secret. You should know how powerful that person is; even with the Luoshuiyi Divine Artifact in hand, it cannot kill him. One day, he will break through his shackles then, and the entire Holy Continent will be buried with her! Only I can save the entire continent." His gaze once again fell on Han Yan’s face as he spoke the last part.

Han Yan suddenly realized others didn’t know who he was talking about, but she did. That person was the enemy who was trapped with her grandmother in another independent space. It turned out the Holy Master did all this to tackle the final formidable enemy from the Divine Martial World, which in essence also related to her.

"Where is my grandmother?" Han Yan couldn’t help but ask.

"I also don’t know where she is, but you should hope that she appears later because when she appears, it will be the time when a great catastrophe arrives on the Holy Continent," the Holy Master said.

Han Yan’s heart sank; the space her grandmother and that person occupied clearly related to the spatial barrier between the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent. Once freed, it may trigger the catastrophe of the continent’s convergence prematurely. In other words, while searching for her grandmother and rescuing her, there must also be a way to deal with the catastrophe; otherwise, rescuing grandmother leads only to a dead end and would also cause billions of innocent lives on the Holy Continent to be buried alongside them.

No wonder the Holy Master doesn’t trust her; she indeed lacks that ability.

Since the Holy Master didn’t know her grandmother’s whereabouts either, Han Yan saw no need to ask further.

"It seems I still can’t persuade you." Lu Guantian drifted forward, positioning himself between the Holy Master and Han Yan and the others, then turned to Han Yan and the others and shouted solemnly, "You guys go!"

Simultaneously, he cast a handprint, causing the Primordial Divine Blood Array to stop operating again, and Han Yan and the others immediately felt lighter.

Everyone knew they had no opportunity to intervene in such a confrontation between the strong; staying would not only be unhelpful but a burden, and hearing this, they flew out.

"You think they can escape?" the Holy Master said derisively.

The feet of Yun Qianmo moved, blocking the door of the cemetery barrier, while several masked men in black also appeared. As their Sword Lights swept by, immense power surged like waves, causing Zhuang Ping’an and others to be relentlessly pushed back after blocking just one sword.

Sword Saint! Everyone’s faces changed simultaneously; although they didn’t know Yun Qianmo’s identity, they were still shocked by his formidable strength. And although the others were not as strong as him, they were also experts in the Sword Saint Realm.

Ye Lanfeng, Han Yan, and Mu Hanfeng stepped forward simultaneously, their Sword Lights sweeping to break the opponents’ Sword Lights, protecting Zhuang Ping’an and the others.

"Lan Feng, I won’t stop you if you want to leave, but they must stay." Yun Qianmo said.

"You know I would never leave alone." Ye Lanfeng said calmly.

"Then strike, as long as you can kill me, you can take them." Yun Qianmo said.

"Is there no other choice?" Ye Lanfeng asked.

Yun Qianmo looked into his eyes and shook his head.

"I understand." Ye Lanfeng’s eyes revealed a hint of melancholy but quickly cleared, becoming resolute again.

A loud cry, and Ye Lanfeng’s Thousand-breaking Sword thrusted towards Yun Qianmo.

Yun Qianmo twisted slightly and countered with his longsword.

The brilliance of both their techniques was unmatched, and their vastness unrivaled. Their sword techniques were identical, and even the contained Sword Intent was astonishingly similar.

As Sword Light met, storm and thunder rumbled, with both bodies vibrating, each retreating steps, neither gaining the slightest advantage.

"Again!"

"Again!"

Both shouted simultaneously.

Everyone could see the cold killing intent within their Sword Intent; there was no doubt that neither held back, and any misstep would lead to instant death by the opponent’s sword. Yet, strangely, within this killing intent resided an inexplicable warmth, like a friendly contest between pals.

Yes, they were once the best of friends, akin to brothers, but at this moment, one for his lifelong pursuit of belief, the other for the woman he loves, they must fight to the death!

In the blink of an eye, they were fiercely battling again.

Han Yan and the others naturally would not just stand by and watch but attacked the few other masked men.

After all, those masked men were weaker than Ye Lanfeng, and Mu Hanfeng, being a proficient Sword Saint expert, wasn’t necessarily weaker than them. Han Yan exerted full force, and with the help of Huayue and the five others’ Magic Artifacts, they managed to face the holy-grade experts head-on. Zhuang Ping’an and others were slightly weaker but compensated with numbers, and for the moment, the exchange became evenly matched.

Dantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, and Wei Xiaotian had long been disheartened, unwilling to fight against either master or Han Yan and the others, so none took action and stood silently from a distance.

The fierce battle between the two sides remained in a stalemate, with Ye Lanfeng and Yun Qianmo proving equally matched, and Han Yan and the others against the masked Sword Saints couldn’t break the deadlock either.

Everyone knew that what would ultimately decide their fate would be the battle between the Holy Master and Lu Guantian.

High in the sky, the Holy Master and Lu Guantian clashed. Two ancient longswords slashed out ten-thousand-foot long Colossal Sword Light, seemingly ready to split heaven and earth, cleaving void; their majestic figures even more imposing than the previous twelve Heavenly Curtain Divine Shadows.

Their bodies moved like wind, so fast that even Han Yan’s powerful Divine Sense couldn’t capture them; others couldn’t even see, only witnessing two figures like clouds skimming across the sky. Amid them, sword lights exploded like heavenly lightning, impossible to distinguish who was who.