Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1686: The Delicate Young Girl Is Actually Quite Ruthless

Upon seeing the determination in Han Yan’s eyes, Ye Yi’an shook his head and sighed silently. As a former Holy Court Steward, he naturally understood the pride of a Saint, and the Saint in front of him was likely no different.

Yet no matter how proud you are, you need to understand the gravity of the situation. Haven’t you heard that sometimes you must bow under the roof? Still too young, too young indeed.

While Ye Yi’an sighed, he also made a decision in secret: if this Holy Saint cannot hold on later, he would risk his life to ensure her safety.

Han Yan, unaware of what Ye Yi’an was thinking, was fully concentrated, her hand gently gripping the Cold Sky Sword.

This was her first battle on the Divine Continent. Although the opponent’s strength, by Holy Court Continent standards, was weak as an ant, she mustn’t forget that she was suppressed only to Fifth Rank Swordsman, and worse, this power couldn’t be used lightly unless she was prepared to kill and silence witnesses.

Therefore, even facing an ant, Han Yan couldn’t afford to be careless. Do not underestimate any opponent; this was her consistent creed.

"Han Yan, die for me!" Kang Zihe snapped the sword technique and slashed with his sword once more.

A blaze of fire emerged from the sword, forming a burning fireball that rushed toward Han Yan, faster than before.

His face bore a grimace. Though Kang Zihe didn’t know how Han Yan had narrowly escaped earlier, he certainly didn’t believe she could repeatedly ignore his Priest Divine Technique.

Since she hadn’t become a Temple Priest, she naturally couldn’t wield any significant Priest Divine Technique, no threat to him. As long as he continued to attack, he’d tire her out!

Decidedly, even before the fireball reached Han Yan, he executed a second hand gesture, whispering as the second blaze gradually emerged on the longsword.

At this moment, Han Yan suddenly swung her longsword, her expression becoming incredibly serious.

"You’re putting on a show!" Kang Zihe sneered disdainfully.

But soon, his sneer vanished.

The snow-cold longsword of Han Yan suddenly shimmered with fiery red light, followed by a fireball emerging from the sword, fiercely colliding with the approaching fireball.

"Boom" - a great explosion rocked the space, a blaze of light shot into the sky, scatterings of ten thousand beams sparkling in daylight like fireworks.

"What’s going on?" Kang Zihe was shocked. The fireball Han Yan released was as potent as his Priest Divine Technique, puzzlingly, the aura seemed so familiar.

In the moment Kang Zihe was dazed, Han Yan gracefully charged.

Kang Zihe felt a blur before his eyes and instinctively raised his sword to block. But it was too late. His wrist throbbed with pain as his longsword fell to the ground, and a beautiful jade-like fist appeared, enlarging in front of his face, even allowing him to smell a faint fragrance from the hand.

But the next moment, the scent was replaced by the overwhelming stench of blood. Two streams of blood spurted from his nose as his mind spiraled; Kang Zihe crashed to the ground with a thud.

Soon, a storm of punches and kicks rained down on Kang Zihe’s body. Despite feeling embarrased, and humiliated, he couldn’t help but let out bone-chilling howls and screams.

"Didn’t you want to test Lady Mu’s strength? Get up, come on and try! How dare you bully me? Don’t you value your life?" Lady Mu taunted as she landed blow after blow on Kang Zihe, venting her anger.

Even she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had fought like this with someone. Since Hua Yuezi had come, all such tasks had fallen out of her hands.

Having not fought like this for a long time, Sister Mu felt utterly refreshed, as if her chest vexation had significantly dissipated.

In fact, she wasn’t fond of doing such menial tasks, but there was no choice. Merging her Xuanhuang Energy with Kang Zihe’s previous fireball’s power to fight back would hurt her too, just like facing the Stone Plate Pig.

This method might work once or twice, but if used excessively, she might injure herself fatally before anyone else could strike.

Without being able to utilize Fifth Rank Swordsman cultivation, Han Yan’s only able recourse was pure strength. Since obtaining that bracelet, her strength had multiplied, though as her power grew, this raw force became less useful. But now, it was beneficial.

Han Yan had long discovered that people like Mu Tu, though without cultivation, possessed physical strength surpassing common folk on the Holy Court Continent, comparable to low-level knights. That meant as long as she didn’t use Holy Court’s unique sword technique and only employed raw power, no suspicion would arise.

Kang Zihe’s Divine Arts appeared formidable, but close combat couldn’t compare with Han Yan, who had intensely trained swordplay since childhood! A brief distraction and Kang Zihe was knocked down.

Nevertheless, Han Yan understood well; if Kang Zihe recovered, she was no match for him without revealing her identity.

Strike when your opponent is weak and finish them! At such a time, Han Yan showed no mercy.

All the skills for close combat from her past and present were unleashed on Kang Zihe, all targeting the most vulnerable, pain-sensitive areas, diminishing resistance rapidly. The malicious, cunning nature of these moves terrified observers. It even included devious tricks learned from Hua Yuezi, which Lady Mu formerly disdained for being too unscrupulous, but now couldn’t care less.

Amid blood-curdling screams, Kang Zihe’s slick-haired, powdered face became so battered it resembled a pig’s head, likely unrecognizable even to his own mother.

Surrounding him was dead silence. Watching the ferocious, ruthless Lady Mu and the pig-headed Kang Zihe, everyone felt chills - how hadn’t they noticed that this delicate beauty was so fierce, so savage, so vicious, so unscrupulous.

Even Kang Zihe’s guards were entirely dumbstruck, watching Sister Mu’s ferocious moves, they dared not intervene.