Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1728: The Little Piglet Shows Its Might

"Hand over your sword, and I might leave your corpse intact!" Chen Xuefeng threatened without asking further.

"If you leave Mu Family Village now, perhaps you’ll also keep an intact corpse." Han Yan coldly smiled, speaking with pride.

Seeing Han Yan’s steady demeanor as unyielding as a mountain, the surrounding villagers showed admiration, and their hearts inexplicably calmed. Even Sikong Qinglan was momentarily lost, with a strange excitement and respect appearing on his face.

However, Ye Yi’an could only manage a bitter smile; no one knew Han Yan’s capabilities better than him. Without the Primordial Stone, relying only on her Fifth Rank Swordsman strength, how could she be a match for Chen Xuefeng? Her current calmness was only a tactic to mislead the opponent, gather strength, and wait for the best opportunity to strike.

"Such big talk, let me see how you plan to leave me with an intact corpse." Chen Xuefeng laughed angrily. As a bandit leader for many years, he dominated the area within thousands of miles, and the mere mention of his name could frighten common folk into trembling; who would dare speak such brazen words before him?

"Little girl, since you refuse to appreciate good intentions, don’t blame me for being rude. Once I chop you into pieces, let’s see if you remain so arrogant!" Chen Xuefeng raised his long knife, snarling.

His peculiar taste left him without a trace of pity or compassion toward Han Yan.

The long knife emitted a chilling aura; though devoid of Qi or Priest Divine Technique enhancements, the blade was filled with murderous intent and pure power, producing a continuous hum.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats, anticipating his earlier injuring of Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan; it was clear he hadn’t exerted full strength then, but now he wouldn’t hold back. The power of this one strike could be terrifying.

"What’s all this noise? Can’t a piglet get some sleep?" Just then, a furious voice emerged from Han Yan.

Immediately following, a spectral light flew out from Han Yan like an arrow, heading straight for Chen Xuefeng.

"Kill!" Chen Xuefeng’s knife slashed in that very moment.

The long knife held a faint crimson hue and a shrill noise accompanied it, distorting the surrounding air under its blade.

Yet the Little Auspicious Beast seemed unaware, and continued charging forth with boundless fury.

"Liu Guang!" Han Yan exclaimed.

Behind her, Ye Yi’an and many Mu Clan members nervously watched the little piglet, as if foreseeing a succulent roast piglet about to be born.

"Smack!" In a clear, crisp sound, the Little Auspicious Beast slapped the gleaming long knife.

But the imagined roast piglet didn’t manifest; the sky-shattering blade was slapped away, and the little paw continued forward, smacking Chen Xuefeng’s face hard.

"Huff..." Chen Xuefeng groaned, flying off with his knife.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the rotund little piglet mid-air in disbelief.

No one knew the power contained in Chen Xuefeng’s strike; judging from how easily he had beaten Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan, this fully-powered strike would likely be feared even by the Divine’s main priests. Yet, such a grandiose blow couldn’t harm the little piglet one bit, instead sent Chen Xuefeng flying with a slap; how was this possible!

"For all your talk, this is for disturbing my nap; I’ll beat you, beat you!" Before anyone could comprehend the situation, the angry little piglet lunged again, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks to the groggy Chen Xuefeng.

Those little paws harbored immeasurable force, each swat elicited a groan from Chen Xuefeng, who initially blocked defensively but then couldn’t even guard, resorting to covering his head as the piglet’s punches rained down, his groans turning to feeble cries.

"Disturbing my sleep, you’re asking for it, I’ll beat you..." The thudding sound of fists echoed, and the spectators’ eyelids twitched with each hit.

Chen Xuefeng, the renowned leader of the Blood Wind Thieves, who even Feng City Temple and others couldn’t subdue, was helplessly beaten by a tiny piglet; witnessing this firsthand, who could possibly believe it?

"Let’s see if you dare speak so brazenly next time." The piglet, having vented frustration, climbed off Chen Xuefeng, dusted its paws, and strutting with its podgy belly, swaggered back.

Chen Xuefeng lay swollen and bruised, blood still dripping from his nostrils, as pitiful as could be.

"Boss, are you alright?" A bandit asked cautiously but dared not approach, fearing he might stir the dreadful piggy and suffer a similar fate.

"I...I’ll fight you!" Having roamed for years unchallenged, Chen Xuefeng never suffered such a blow, let alone before so many subordinates, now fueled by shame and anger, he picked up his knife, lunging at the piglet.

This strike contained relentless defiance and humiliation, seemingly more powerful than the previous.

"Careful!" Han Yan instinctively shouted.

The Little Auspicious Beast didn’t even glance at Chen Xuefeng, suddenly vanishing, then a slab, larger than a millstone, flew from the crowd, aimed at Chen Xuefeng like a meteor.

Chen Xuefeng roared, slicing at the slab.

Upon contact, his body jolted, flung as if fired from a catapult, his meticulously forged knife shattered, scattering like silvery rain.

"Boom!" Chen Xuefeng crashed heavily against a stone monument beside the ancestral hall, his head gushing blood.

Such frightening force! Gazing at the piglet’s endearingly stout yet surprisingly small frame, even the bandits shivered.

The Mu Clan members were equally stunned, who’d anticipate that a creature meant for spit-roasting could wield such terrifying power.

Han Yan shared their shock; when did the little creature’s strength grow so formidable? It had sacrificed Qilin Blood Essence to rescue them, unable to unleash its Divine Beast powers. Besides, Han Yan sensed it hadn’t used any Innate Ability, merely raw strength.

What on earth was happening?