Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1717: Who Will Regret

Perhaps, being able to eliminate such a young prodigy who could potentially become the strongest on the continent, was something he could be proud of.

With his sinister laugh, the brutal, destructive force surged like a volcanic eruption, ruthlessly rushing towards Han Yan.

Under this terrifying power, not to mention her meridians, Han Yan’s entire skeleton might be pulverized into dust.

Yet, Han Yan’s face suddenly showed a faint smile.

"Actually, you should have taken the opportunity to run away, but unfortunately, you’ve missed your chance," Han Yan said calmly.

"What?" Kang Qingyuan’s eyes slightly narrowed, suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy.

Without even a moment to think, at the very instant Han Yan finished speaking, a vast and boundless force had already surged towards his body.

An imposing aura erupted from Han Yan’s body, one that was impossible to face directly. Her originally graceful and elegant figure suddenly exuded a power that seemed to rule over heaven and earth, only to be revered.

Kang Qingyuan’s expression changed. Before this, he had never felt such a presence from anyone. He even had the illusion that even if Chu Yanghe, the Divine Temple Chief Priest of Feng City, stood in front of Han Yan at this moment, he would be as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.

A primal fear of death uncontrollably crept into his heart. Instinctively, Kang Qingyuan wanted to retract his sword, but unfortunately, as Han Yan had said, he had already missed the opportunity.

The unstoppable, vast and boundless power surged forth, and his once proud and formidable strength instantly collapsed. If Han Yan’s sword strength could be likened to a mighty river, then his strength would be merely a mountain stream, so weak in comparison.

"Ah..." A miserable cry erupted from Kang Qingyuan as he was thrown heavily away. His chest caved in as if struck by a giant stone, his bones shattered into pieces, and when he landed, he became nothing more than a heap of broken flesh.

Only then did Han Yan let out a long breath, looking somewhat regretfully at the pile of stone dust scattered by the wind.

The Primordial Stone was incredibly rare; at critical moments it could save a life, so she had been holding back, not daring to fully channel her Divine Sense, fearing it would shatter. But she hadn’t expected Kang Qingyuan to be so troublesome, ultimately forcing her to fully unleash her power. In an instant, her strength had returned to the Great Sword Master Realm, and the might of a strike from the Star Falling in Eight Desolates was not something Kang Qingyuan could withstand. However, with that single strike, the Primordial Stone had turned to dust.

"You were right, I indeed should have taken the chance to flee. To traverse the void and arrive on the Divine Continent with such natural talent is not something easily achieved." Kang Qingyuan, not yet dead, looked at Han Yan, eyes filled with unwillingness and regret.

"What combat skill did you use just now?" Han Yan didn’t bother with small talk, and asked directly.

The Primordial Stone was destroyed, but Han Yan didn’t dwell on unchangeable facts. She was more concerned about the combat skill Kang Qingyuan had used. It was wholly distinct from the Sword Dao on the Holy Court Continent or the Priest Divine Technique on the Divine Continent. It resembled Martial Arts, but its power far surpassed that.

Han Yan had long suspected that Martial Arts were not as simple as they appeared to be, likely an extreme simplification of some sophisticated combat skill. Learning the true Martial Arts would surely elevate her power significantly. Although Lady Mu didn’t hold the notion that more skills are better, being on the Divine Continent, having an additional combat skill for self-defense was never a bad thing.

"Haha, you want to learn this combat skill? Do you think I’ll teach you?" Kang Qingyuan saw through Han Yan’s intentions, and with a tone of bitterness and resentment, he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Not good!" Han Yan realized his intentions just by looking at his demeanor—he was severing his Heart Meridian to seek death. Despite his entire skeleton being shattered, as a priest, he always had a way to commit suicide.

Instinctively, Han Yan held onto Kang Qingyuan’s pulse gate, but then she released her fingers. If this were on the Holy Court Continent, as long as Kang Qingyuan had a breath left, she could maintain his Heart Meridian from perishing and keep him alive temporarily to find a way to get what she wanted. But here on the Divine Continent, faced with such injuries, she was truly helpless.

"Han Yan, I warn you, do not meddle in the matters of Sunrise Peak, or else, no matter how good your aptitude, you will surely die!" Kang Qingyuan glared, shouting in what seemed to be a threat, then kicked his legs and breathed his last.

Han Yan’s heart sank slightly. She could sense the resolve in Kang Qingyuan’s words, even discerning the nearly fanatical fervor in his gaze. This statement perhaps wasn’t an empty bluff before death, but more like a warning.

Could it be that there are others behind him with designs on Sunrise Peak? What secrets does Sunrise Peak hold?

Such questions were beyond Han Yan’s ability to answer, nor would she waste mental energy on them. She quickly brushed them aside and began searching Kang Qingyuan’s body. If he wasn’t willing to speak, wouldn’t Lady Mu do it herself? As long as she could find the cultivation secret manual of that combat skill, it would be the same result.

However, Lady Mu was soon disappointed; Kang Qingyuan was even more cautious than she had anticipated. There was nothing on him that might reveal his identity, not even a single piece of broken silver, let alone any cultivation secret manual.

Han Yan sighed helplessly and was about to stop when hurried footsteps reached her ears from afar. With Han Yan’s acute Six Senses, it was easy to discern that it was the footsteps of Ye Yi’an and his group.

Presumably worried about her safety, thinking that she and Kang Qingyuan had already decided the victor, they rushed back.

"Ah... Priest Kang, how is it him?" Seeing Kang Qingyuan’s body, Sikong Qinglan exclaimed in disbelief.

"I didn’t expect it to be Priest Kang either." Han Yan ’struggled’ to get up from the ground, feigning a weary look.

Even disregarding Kang Qingyuan’s bizarre combat skill, his cultivation as a Ninth-level Divine Priest was too strong for her. How she managed to kill him seemed like a fantasy, so naturally, she had to put on the appearance of being heavily injured, even though, when asked, she didn’t know how to reasonably explain it.

"As a Temple Priest, how could he do such a thing!" It’s a slight relief for her that Sikong Qinglan didn’t pursue the matter further and instead exclaimed indignantly.

"It must be because of Sunrise Peak. Sunrise Peak is also the fief of our Mu Family. The Kang Family asked for it several times, and we refused. Seeing the thousand-year term approaching, the Kang Family was prepared to claim it as their own after the temple reclaimed Sunrise Peak, not knowing Han Yan was naturally a Divine Priest. The Kang Family took the risk," Ye Yi’an breathed a sigh of relief seeing Sikong Qinglan didn’t dig into Han Yan’s strength and quickly distracted him with irrelevant talk.