Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1905: The Flames of Hot-Blooded Passion Ignite Completely

Indeed, the power within that arrow is similar to Sword Dao. If she had her full strength, she could contend with it, or even surpass it wouldn’t be difficult. But now, after repeatedly using Eight Desolate God Fall twice, all her spiritual power and Qi were depleted, and her strength was suppressed.

Even though the arrow’s might has been greatly reduced by the Eight Desolate God Fall’s formidable block, she still couldn’t withstand it now.

Relying on pure strength, her retreat was not slow at all, but the arrow’s speed escalated with every moment. In the blink of an eye, it was right before Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan had no chance to dodge; she could only muster her last ounce of strength and slash out again.

A sharp cracking sound echoed, the sword edge slashed against the arrow tip, sparking a burst of flames.

Mu Hanyan felt a massive force spread through her longsword, instantly traversing her entire body, nearly shattering every bone. Despite her utmost effort, relying solely on strength without Qi and spiritual power, how could she possibly block this arrow?

"Whoosh," the black arrow had already pierced through Mu Hanyan’s shoulder as she slightly trembled.

Uncontrollably, Mu Hanyan was lifted into the air by that force, leaving a trail of blood flowers.

With a heavy crash, Mu Hanyan fell to the ground, her arrow-struck left arm hanging at her side, numb with pain, while the right hand holding the sword was bloodied and quivering.

Below the temple, everyone ceased their cheers and cries, now shocked and saddened, watching the severely wounded Mu Hanyan.

"Your name is Mu Hanyan, right? With your strength, you deserve to know my name. I am Mo Jiu!" The man in the black robe straightened up, his sinister face strangely solemn.

Mo Jiu, Mo Shiqi? The connection with his name sparked something in Mu Hanyan’s mind. But now, these thoughts were meaningless. She knew he announced his name merely out of respect for her, and in his view, it might also be respect for himself. The next moment would probably be when he strikes to kill.

As Mu Hanyan foresaw, Mo Jiu drew the longbow again, the black arrow glinting with intimidating lights.

Judging from the black blood spilling from his lips and his quivering arm, his injuries seemed more severe than Mu Hanyan’s. However, the swirling black aura around him absorbed powers not his own, infusing him.

But even so, given his condition, he couldn’t unleash the previous power of the arrow. The issue was Mu Hanyan now not only had no spiritual power or Qi, but even her last ounce of strength was gone. Any ordinary person could kill her easily; she had no chance to escape this arrow unscathed.

Seeing the arrow feathers still gently trembling on Mu Hanyan’s shoulder, with lips pale as death, An Xiaxin bit the tip of her tongue hard, trying to stand, but the exhaustion of a whole day left her powerless even to move a finger.

Nearby, Ye Yi’an’s weary eyes also wept with turbid tears.

"Master Priest!" Mu Tu’s towering figure shielded Mu Hanyan.

Then it was Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan, and Shen Yuhe, along with Gu Qingyang.

As they left the teleportation point, they rushed to Huayu City. Mu Hanyan, stronger, arrived before them and saw from afar the moment Mu Hanyan was struck by the long arrow, wrenching their hearts.

They knew the arrow even Mu Hanyan couldn’t block; they stood no chance against. Their only act was to use their flesh and blood to shield her from the arrow.

Ling Baobao moved forward with the Overlord Dragon Armor, standing before Mu Hanyan. Although the armor could nullify divine arts, the arrow contained a force beyond divine arts, elevated through Law Comprehension into ultimate cultivation, unable to be countered by the armor. Yet, he stood unwavering, without hesitation.

Not far away, seeing this, Mu Clan members were tearful, their blood boiling.

"Master Priest!" Mu Chenglin roared, leading a group of Mu Clan forward, blocking Mu Hanyan.

"We swear with blood; henceforth, we shall defend our lord’s honor with our blood and our lives. No one shall harm the master unless they tread over our corpses!" The united oath resounded behind; Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, leading All Gods Temple guards, also stood before Mu Hanyan.

The temple priests solemn and resolute joined their sides. Next came the earliest settlers in Huayu City. Though many hadn’t vowed such oaths, Huayu City provided them sanctuary. Mu Hanyan is their Guardian God; only with her alive could they find peace and hope.

To protect the Master Priest, to guard this ancient temple, they were willing to risk their lives!

"Kill!" With Mu Tu’s shout, all Mu Clan members, temple priests, and guards, along with the populace, charged toward Mo Jiu.

"Kill!" Immediately behind, the other citizens too swarmed out from the temple, nearly frenziedly charging at Mo Jiu. Once the most humble refugees of the Divine Continent, generation after generation bowing to stronger force, never forget: surviving this brutal continent, their blood hid defiance.

At this moment, their passion was thoroughly ignited.

Facing tens of thousands charging without fear for life, feeling their belief in fighting desperately, even the seasoned bandits were bewildered, unsure how to react.

"Even lowly ants possess such courage for a deadly duel." Mo Jiu looked appreciatively at the incoming crowd, then disdainfully murmured, "But to resist a chariot, only seeks their death."

"Kill them all!" Mo Jiu said coldly.

Beside him, a bandit leader blew a massive buffalo horn.

Amidst the resounding horn, the bewildered bandits awoke to their senses, riding vigorously, swinging their long blades, charging at the priests, guards, and populace; killing shouts echoed across the earth.

And Mo Jiu’s fingers slackened the taut bowstring.

The black arrow seemed to rend the heavens and the earth, its piercing whistle drowning out the thunderous shouts.

That cold and merciless will of slaughter spread across the land, the chilling wind howling, so desolate, so grand.

Mu Hanyan tightly pressed her heart, her sight blurring. She seemed to see countless people dying under the opponent’s butcher knives, saw those loyal priests, guards, and Mu Clan members, blood flowing like rivers beneath the sky-covering demon arrow, even instantaneously obliterated by the powerful arrow force.