Chapter 1784: Truly Regretted
Chapter 1784: Chapter 1784: Truly Regretted
Long Wudang and Zhuge Qiu’s originally pale faces turned even paler, almost ghostly white. Although seriously injured by Xiang Qiuzhan, the two of them felt a deep sense of relief at the moment. If Xiang Qiuzhan hadn’t happened to invade Huayu City at this time, they would have inevitably fought with Han Yan. If this Divine Gifted Heavenly Power had been directed not at the group of bandits but at them... they couldn’t think of any possibility other than death.
Even for the two of them, it was so, and the other follower priests were even more so. Seeing Han Yan in her black priest robe fluttering in the wind, her demeanor solemn and dignified, their eyes were full of awe and fear.
It’s indeed one of the oldest temples on the Divine Continent; even if it has declined, it’s not something anyone can tread upon! Amidst their sighs, they felt deep regret. If they had known the outcome earlier, they would never have got involved in this mess.
"Qiu Mie!" A heart-wrenching cry came from the city gate.
Xiang Qiuzhan, he hadn’t died after all, although his body was covered in blood and filth, through the shattered clothing, you could still see the bloodied flesh and even bones, yet he still stood under the city gate, tightly holding the giant longsword in his hand.
How is this possible! Not only outsiders, but even Han Yan was shocked.
Hundreds of bandits died under the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power, their flesh and blood instantly turned to nothingness and even their weapons vanished without a trace, yet Xiang Qiuzhan didn’t die.
Although Han Yan did not personally experience the power of this Divine Gifted Heavenly Power, when she activated the array just now, her Divine Sense integrated into the array to some extent and she could feel it. By her own admission, even with her cultivation at the Great Sword Master Peak at her fullest, under this array’s power she couldn’t retreat unscathed, unless her strength surpassed the Fifth Rank Sword Master, it would be difficult to preserve life under this Divine Gifted Heavenly Power. In other words, on the Divine Continent, unless one’s strength exceeded the Fifth-Order Divine Heart Priest, the outcome would be the same.
Despite Xiang Qiuzhan’s heavy strike on Zhuge Qiu earlier, Han Yan found it hard to believe he possessed such strength. Just like the fundamental difference between a Sword Master and a Swordsman, the same goes for a Divine Heart Priest and a Divine Priest. Zhuge Qiu’s strength was decent, but only a Tenth Rank Divine Priest; if Xiang Qiuzhan truly had strength surpassing a Fifth-Order Divine Heart Priest, Zhuge Qiu wouldn’t have just been lightly injured.
Han Yan’s gaze stayed on Xiang Qiuzhan’s heavy sword, black as ink but faintly emitting a dusky blue glow, while other bandits and their weapons were entirely obliterated, yet the giant sword he held remained unscathed, not even showing a tiny fracture.
Could it be because of this sword? Han Yan couldn’t think of any other possibility.
"Qiu Mie, Big Brother will avenge you, watch closely, Big Brother will avenge you now!" While Han Yan secretly conjectured, Xiang Qiuzhan suddenly knelt down.
"Kill! Kill them all, leave none alive!" Xiang Qiuzhan suddenly stood up, charging toward Han Yan.
"Kill! Avenge the brothers, slaughter Huayu City!" The remaining few hundred bandits, eyes red with fury, turned and attacked the city.
Although most of the bandits had died under the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power just now, there were still two or three hundred who survived, and now they roared furiously, charging on horsebacks, their murderous intent rising sky-high.
No one expected that these bandits were so ferocious, witnessing a majority of their comrades tragically perishing on the spot, yet they did not flee but dared to counter-attack.
Long Wudang trembled all over, being the son of the Heavenly Sun Temple’s Chief Priest, he wasn’t raised in the lap of luxury, but neither had he witnessed such a scene. The thick iron hooves of the Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast trod across the ground as if pounding an anxious rhythm in his chest, his fragile heart almost leaping out.
Regret overwhelmed him, Long Wudang truly regretted it. Wasn’t the last lesson enough? Yet he wanted revenge; wasn’t this inviting death? Long Wudang wished he could scold himself harshly.
But it’s too late to regret now, with trembling hands Long Wudang quickly took out a bunch of elixirs, stuffing them in his mouth as he chewed forcefully, hoping to quickly regain strength and escape Huayu City; this terrifying place was somewhere he wished to leave instantly.
Han Yan knew why this group of bandits led by Xiang Qiuzhan was such a headache for even the Five Great Divine Temples, so fierce and so well-trained, they could certainly rival the highly trained elite troops of the Holy Court Continent’s various countries, definitely incomparable to the rabble like the Blood Wind Thieves.
With a clear whistle, Han Yan charged directly toward Xiang Qiuzhan.
Though the bandits were fierce, there were only two or three hundred left. Mu Tu and the others could handle it for now; don’t forget, they also possessed the power of Ba Xia, though not as powerful as Han Yan, ordinary priests facing them couldn’t gain any advantage.
As she leapt into action, Han Yan casually threw out Liu Guang, who was still sound asleep; there was no time to awaken it, only hoping the bandits’ yelling could wake it.
Han Yan’s mental state locked onto Xiang Qiuzhan, despite him being severely injured, that giant sword gave Han Yan an instinctive sense of danger. If others were to face him, there’d be no path to survival.
"She actually dares to risk it all against Xiang Qiuzhan!" Long Wudang, having regained a bit of strength, looked at Han Yan with surprise.
With such formidable defensive arrays, not using them and instead confronting Xiang Qiuzhan, either Han Yan’s mind was confused or she was overwhelmed by victory, excessively excitable... the latter being worse than confused thinking.
He didn’t know that Han Yan had no better option; despite the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power being repaired, the materials used were slightly inferior, the power somewhat insufficient, and the cooling time excessively long, so besides direct confrontation, Han Yan actually had no better choice.
"Good, good, you dare come at me!" Seeing Han Yan approaching head-on, a blood-red glint flashed in Xiang Qiuzhan’s eyes, brutal and fierce.
His words, "Qiu Mie," referred to his younger brother, his only kin in the world. Watching his brother die under the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power, one could imagine his hatred toward Han Yan. If Han Yan hid under Priest Guard protection, refusing to face him directly, it wouldn’t be without trouble, after all, severely injured, he was already like a bow at the end of its draw, yet she voluntarily approached, fitting perfectly into his plan.
Xiang Qiuzhan resolved that even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would avenge his brother’s blood vendetta!
"Demon Dragon emerges, Sword Destruction!"
"Eight Desolates... Divine Fall!" Almost simultaneously, the two of them slashed out their longswords.
A small flame flickered out from Han Yan’s longsword.