Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1786: A Shocking Scene Before Their Eyes

Their movements were not slow, but there were even faster ones. Almost at the same time Mu Hanyan shouted the word "kill," Mu Tu was already leading his clansmen to pounce on the bandits like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain.

Seeing Xiang Qiuzhan dead, no matter how well-trained these bandits were, they couldn’t possibly have any fighting spirit left and retreated in unison. However, even in retreat, they did not crowd together, indeed much stronger than Chen Xuefeng’s Blood Wind Thieves.

But seeing Mu Tu and others charging forward, the bandits couldn’t help but tug on their reins and slow their pace.

In these years of following Xiang Qiuzhan in looting around, not just civilians but even priests had died by their hands, numbering over a hundred. Yet this time at Huayu Temple, not only did they gain no benefits, but they nearly suffered a total defeat, with Xiang Qiuzhan dying on the spot.

Terror mixed with unwillingness filled their hearts. If priests had made a move, they might have had no courage to retaliate, but seeing commoners dare to pursue them, it truly felt like a tiger falling from power and being bullied by dogs.

"They don’t fear death; today, we must take a few heads to comfort Brother Xiang’s spirit in heaven." A vicious-looking bandit licked his lips and said.

"Indeed, we can’t watch as our brothers and Brother Xiang died in vain," said another ruthless bandit.

With that, he tugged at his horse’s reins, raised his long knife high, and charged at Mu Tu, who was at the forefront.

Others’ eyes also burned with unwillingness and hatred as they tightly gripped their weapons and charged at the commoners holding hoes and shovels, whom they saw as easy targets.

They did not know that their momentary impulse caused them to lose their final chance of escape.

"Clang... Crunch..." A crisp sound accompanied by a light tearing sound like fabric being ripped echoed. The first bandit to strike was felled along with his knife by Mu Tu, the long knife cut into two, blood spraying skyward.

"Ah..." A scream rang out as a companion beside him was slammed into the air by a massive iron hammer; before hitting the ground, he was already lifeless.

Scream after scream echoed, and the thick scent of blood filled the air, drifting away with the night wind.

An Xiaxin and others instinctively paused, shocked at the scene before them.

These bandits, though inferior in strength compared to High-level Priests, had wandered the wastelands for years and practiced Martial Arts. In terms of physical toughness, they far surpassed ordinary priests. Besides An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests found it difficult to easily kill them, even relying on their Divine Arts.

Yet against such enemies, Mu Tu and others showed no disadvantage. They might not match the bandits in combat skills, but in sheer strength, they far exceeded them.

Under such overwhelming power, the bandits’ combat skills were useless, and they fell easily. In less than a quarter of an hour, over a hundred bandits lay on the ground.

Watching those hoes and shovels raised high and then coming down heavily, An Xiaxin even wondered if she was mistaken. This must be ancient Divine Artifacts disguised as farm tools, otherwise how could commoners wield such terrifying power.

What kind of monsters are these Mu Clan people!

"Priest Zuo, we should take action too." A young priest said impatiently, eyes also flickering with hatred.

Earlier, seeing Master Priest in danger, both Mu clan people and Huayu Temple priests had their hearts in their throats. Witnessing Master Priest finally escape danger and kill Xiang Qiuzhan, their hearts settled, followed by boundless anger.

If not for Master Priest restoring the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power, if not for Master Priest’s incredible strength, the Huayu Temple, with its near-million-year legacy, would have been destroyed by bandits. They would either die tragically under bandits’ knives or flee the city, surviving in disgrace, a shame to all priests. How could they not be angry, not hate?

"As we strike, be careful not to hurt our own." An Xiaxin reminded.

The Priest Divine Technique, unlike sword technique, is hard to control once unleashed. The Mu clan was entangled with the bandits in combat, and she didn’t want to accidentally injure allies.

"Don’t worry, we know." One by one, priests charged into the battle like fierce tigers from a cage.

Scream after scream echoed, making the bloody scent in the air even stronger.

Only then did An Xiaxin realize they had no intention of using Divine Arts, instead employing Martial Arts, more accurately, using the Eight Desolate God Fall taught by Mu Hanyan.

Though they couldn’t fully understand the true intricacies of Eight Desolate God Fall, as priests their aptitude was not bad. Used as Martial Arts, it surpassed ordinary Martial Arts practiced by commoners. More importantly, they had drunk spring water condensed from Dragon Clan Blood Essence. Even if their physiques weren’t strong enough for a high dose and their power couldn’t rival the Mu clan, the subtlety of Eight Desolate God Fall made their combat prowess on par with the Mu clan.

"Are these truly priests of Huayu Temple? What kind of monsters has Master Priest cultivated?" An Xiaxin looked at a familiar figure in a priest robe, wielding a longsword and slashing without any time to perform Divine Arts, and couldn’t help but think. Then she joined the battle.

As Priest Zuo, she couldn’t stand by while others fought desperately. More importantly, the cries of battle and shouts of killing reached her ears, making Priest Zuo’s blood involuntarily boil. She then realized that within herself lay a hidden yearning for violence, no better than Shen Yuhe.

With the battle nearing its end, only three bandits continued to resist stubbornly. From a distance, Mu Hanyan couldn’t see their faces clearly but sensed their formidable strength, even when Mu Tu and Shen Yuhe joined forces, they struggled to deal with them quickly.

"In primordial times, heavens and earth collapsed, all beings suffered, God pitied all, shattered chaos, restored world, stars shifted, peace returned. Divine’s title, spread across the world, Divine’s majesty, revered by all, Divine’s honor, never to be violated..." Mu Hanyan quietly chanted once more, making hand gestures.

Although she had once bathed in blood fighting thousands of Exotic Beasts at Beining Pass and was used to bloodshed, those were beasts, not humans. Even knowing these bandits as utterly heinous deserved death, this bloody scene of kin slaughtering each other still made Mu Hanyan uncomfortable.

Moreover, given the formidable strength of these few people, she didn’t want Mu Tu and others to face unexpected outcomes.

Let the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power end the final battle.