Chapter 1568: Almost Spat Out a Mouthful
Chapter 1568: Chapter 1568: Almost Spat Out a Mouthful
What a bizarre innate divine ability! Han Yan had never heard of any cultivation technique in this world that could transform harm into personal power, which was clearly due to an innate divine ability.
Of course, the reason behind it wasn’t important. What mattered was that Han Yan once again realized a truth: provoking someone with a mental disorder is truly terrifying.
"Han Yan, I’m going to kill you! Ling Xian, watch closely, I’m avenging you!" Zhao Sinin roared, blood flowing out from his entire body as he got closer to Ao Fangchen.
"Pft!" Han Yan almost spit out a mouthful when she remembered that the one being targeted wasn’t just Ao Fangchen but also herself.
Not only was Han Yan shocked, but upon hearing Zhao Sinin’s hateful shout, Ao Fangchen was also slightly dumbfounded, and his palm strike slightly weakened.
Although this change was extremely subtle, Han Yan’s Six Senses were exceptionally sharp, so she couldn’t miss this rare opportunity.
Without any hesitation, Han Yan swung her sword again.
Under Ao Fangchen’s overwhelming strength, no matter how strong their defense was, it would eventually be breached. Only by attacking could they have a sliver of hope, and this was the best opportunity!
Yue Fanchen, though lacking Han Yan’s sharp Six Senses, reacted just as quickly. Seeing Han Yan make a move, he immediately suppressed his injuries, tightly gripped his longsword, and attacked Ao Fangchen!
"Han Yan, die for me!" Zhao Sinin also slashed towards Ao Fangchen.
This sword stroke was filled with endless hatred, and it was performed with absolute determination and without regret!
Even though Han Yan was focused on the enemy, hearing this nearly made her stagger and fall to the ground. She truly couldn’t see the resemblance; Ao Fangchen’s white hair and wrinkles were completely different from herself. More importantly, she was standing right beside Zhao Sinin, so how could he mistake Ao Fangchen for her?
But Han Yan had no time to think. This last sword strike was one of life and death, leaving no room for distraction. So, that amusing thought flashed through her mind like lightning, and immediately, she poured her entire mental state into that sword.
The three sword lights converged once more, with radiant multicolored lights alternating, perfectly merging varied sword intents as if they were the cycle of life and death.
"Seeking death!" Ao Fangchen hadn’t expected that his momentary distraction would grant the opponent another chance to counterattack. Watching the sword lights approaching like lightning, he shouted in astonishment and anger.
It was utterly humiliating. As one of the seniors with the most esteemed position in the Holy Court, he had used 90% of his combat power and couldn’t suppress a few juniors who hadn’t even reached the level of a Sword Saint. Worse, he allowed them a chance to retaliate.
In shame and anger, Ao Fangchen finally unleashed 100% of his combat power.
With all their might, Han Yan and the others’ combined sword strike was only half a foot away from Ao Fangchen’s chest. At that moment, two massive palms crashed down suddenly.
An endless, overwhelming force surged forward like a volcanic eruption. The sword light the three of them had unleashed was caught in an invisible giant hand, unable to advance any further. The power within was rapidly melting away like ice under the blazing sun.
Ultimately, they were one move behind! Han Yan sighed inwardly.
Even though the sword power unleashed by the three of them exceeded even Han Yan’s expectations, the gap was still there.