Chapter 1891 - 1990: I’ll Give You an Intact Corpse
Chapter 1891: Chapter 1990: I’ll Give You an Intact Corpse
"Master Priest, the teleportation array is set up, let’s depart." Wen Gaoren said to Mu Hanyan.
As soon as they stepped out of the last teleportation array, the group raced to the next teleportation point. With Mu Hanyan present, finding the exact teleportation point was easy, though she didn’t need to concern herself with setting up the array.
This simple teleportation array wasn’t complex. With Wen Gaoren’s decades of experience in array formations, working alone was faster, and having two people involved would just get in each other’s way and waste time.
During this time, Mu Hanyan wrote another letter inquiring about Ye Yi’an’s situation. Although she knew she couldn’t help regardless of how anxious she was, at least she sought some peace of mind.
Each temple had specially trained Cloud Eagles for sending messages. Although they were considered Exotic Beasts, their attack and defense abilities were no different from ordinary Cloud Eagles. However, their Divine Sense was much stronger. Once domesticated, the owner’s Divine Sense could be imprinted on their minds, allowing them to find targets without a fixed route or location. They were even more convenient than the flying eagle messages of the Holy Court Continent.
Most importantly, Cloud Eagles were small, consumed little, and could hunt for their food, and they could be free-range, saving money. Otherwise, the Huayu Temple might not be able to afford them.
Placing the written letter into the bamboo tube on the eagle’s claw, Mu Hanyan released it and quickly headed for the teleportation array.
Mu Tu and his companions also drove a carriage toward the teleportation array.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped and sharply looked up.
"Retreat quickly!" Mu Hanyan shouted in alarm.
"Master Priest, what’s wrong?" Shen Yuhe asked, looking at Mu Hanyan in confusion.
Was there a problem with the teleportation array? But with Wen Gaoren’s expertise in array formations, how could there be an issue with setting up such an array?
Mu Hanyan didn’t have time to explain. She grabbed Shen Yuhe’s shoulder and threw her outwards.
The reactions of the others were much quicker than Shen Yuhe’s. Sensing Mu Hanyan’s unusual expression, they instinctively retreated.
"Boom!" Just as they exited the teleportation array, a massive fireball fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the teleportation array.
Instantly, the ground became a whirlwind of sand and rocks. A crater nearly a zhang deep and three zhang wide was blasted out of the earth, charring the ground, and even the shattered stone fragments melted into fiery crystals under the high temperatures.
Everyone’s faces changed drastically. If not for Mu Hanyan’s timely warning and their swift retreat, they might have been reduced to a pile of charcoal.
"Who goes there?" Wen Gaoren shouted sternly.
This was clearly unrelated to the teleportation array. Even if he made a mistake while setting up the array, it couldn’t possibly attract a meteor from the sky or release such power.
"Ah, indeed, there’s some skill. I underestimated you." An old man with white hair, face covered with a black scarf, appeared, chuckling sinisterly.
Wen Gaoren and the others stared at the old man with unusually grave expressions.
Although his figure was slightly hunched and seemed weak enough to be blown over by a gust of wind, no one dared to underestimate him. The power of that divine art just now was beyond the capability of a Divine Priest. This old man was definitely a Divine Heart Priest expert, and one of the best.
"Who are you?" Mu Hanyan asked in a deep voice.
"How can such a prominent Master Priest ask such a naive question?" the old man mocked.
He was, of course, Ou Pingxuan, the third great ancestor of the Ou Family. Although he already considered the people before him as dead, he wouldn’t easily expose his true identity. Living to such an old age, he had seen too many unexpected turns and would never take unnecessary risks.
"Alright then, let me change the question: Who sent you?" Mu Hanyan tilted her head and asked.
Since the other party wore a face covering, it was evident they wouldn’t reveal their true identity. Asking was a waste, but Mu Hanyan asked with her intention.
As she questioned, she discreetly signaled behind her back to Shen Yuhe and the others, indicating they should seize the opportunity to leave.
This person’s strength was too formidable. Although she couldn’t discern her priest level or the opponent’s, deep down, she knew that even if she used the Eight Desolate God Fall with all her might, it might not match the power just witnessed. Keeping Shen Yuhe and the others here would only be a burden, and she might have a chance to survive alone.
"It’s futile; none of you will escape. I heard the Master Priest possesses a fine array formation technique. Could you let me see it? I promise, if you comply, I’ll give you a whole corpse without any pain." Ou Pingxuan realized Mu Hanyan’s scheme and spoke arrogantly.
"Go!" Mu Hanyan suddenly brandished the longsword and charged at the enemy.
Initially, she wanted to stall for more time to give Shen Yuhe and the others a better chance to flee, but hearing his words, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer.
Though the enemy didn’t reveal his identity or the mastermind behind him, since he mentioned array formation techniques, how could Mu Hanyan not guess who sent him?
Besides Ou Dechuan, who else would be interested in her array formation techniques? Clearly, Ou Dechuan had already discovered the secret of repairing the array, so he targeted her instead of Wen Gaoren.
Moreover, apart from him, no other priest from any temple would dare take the risk to assassinate another Master Priest, unless driven by deep-seated animosity. Who would dare undertake such a dangerous act?
Mu Hanyan knew that although the enemy hadn’t revealed his identity, mentioning the array meant he wasn’t afraid of exposing himself, indicating his intent to leave none of them alive. The longer they delayed, the worse it was for them. Taking preemptive action to catch him off guard might give them a slim chance of escape.
In a rush, she couldn’t execute the Eight Desolate God Fall, but with her present strength, every sword she wielded with full force was formidable.
In an instant, the Cold Sky Sword flickered with fire, the flames on its blade dancing. It suddenly shot out, pouring down like a fiery whip from the Nine Heavens upon the enemy, making the surrounding air seem to ignite as well.
To Mu Hanyan’s surprise, the flame, often mistaken for a deceivingly weak ember, didn’t appear. Could this relate to the power? The stronger the divine art, the more likely this flame emerges?
Of course, now wasn’t the time to dwell on such matters. Mu Hanyan kept her eyes glued to the opponent, her Divine Sense locked onto him firmly. She didn’t wish for a fatal strike; she only hoped to inflict a severe wound, giving herself and the others a better chance at escape.
Noticing Mu Hanyan’s sudden move, Ou Pingxuan showed no surprise. Instead, a faint sneer of contempt appeared on his face and in his eyes.