Chapter 1892 - 1991 She Didn’t Really Want to Show Off
Ou Dechuan’s scheming and capabilities were well known to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have ascended to the position of Master Priest with his support. For Han Yan to make Ou Dechuan suffer repeated setbacks, ultimately asking for his help, it was evident she wasn’t simple, so Han Yan’s sudden and decisive action didn’t surprise him.
However, Han Yan’s strength was completely underestimated by him!
With a swift turn of the wrist, gripping the sword, twisting the wrist, the sword emerged, an equally fierce Sword Light blazing through the blade.
Two blazing Sword Lights suddenly collided, with no moment of pause, a fire pillar shot skyward like a startled dragon surfacing from the sea.
Han Yan trembled all over, losing her footing and retreating continuously, the fire pillar following suit, engulfing her in fiery waves in the blink of an eye.
“Han Yan!” Sikong Qinglan and the others exclaimed in unison.
They understood Han Yan’s gesture, and at her shout of “go,” they quickly fled. Not because they were cowardly or disloyal, but they knew the gap in their strength was too vast, staying would only distract Han Yan, leaving was the best help they could offer her.
Yet, they hadn’t expected, just one sword, merely one sword, Han Yan was defeated, unable to resist in the slightest.
Amidst their cries, several drew their swords, striking at the fire pillar.
While Han Yan was most adept at Fire Divine Techniques and had significant immunity against ordinary ones, the disparity in strength meant she would inevitably be injured over time.
Seeing them return to aid, Ou Pingxuan simply withdrew his Sword Force.
He was still concerned with Han Yan’s Array Formation Technique, there was no way he would kill her easily. Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe returning was just to his advantage, saving him a lot of trouble.
With Ou Pingxuan withdrawing his Sword Force, the fire pillar surrounding Han Yan vanished as well.
“Master Priest, are you alright, you’re not hurt, are you?” Shen Yuhe and the others quickly gathered around her, asking with concern.
Han Yan smiled wryly, she wasn’t really hurt, not just because of her immunity to Fire Divine Techniques, but more due to the defense of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk.
Yet, just one sword, the energy stored within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk was already exhausted, that Demon Dragon’s shadow scarcely had a chance to manifest.
Though she hadn’t used her most powerful Divine Arts in that sword, evidently, the opponent didn’t exert his full strength either, how strong was his power?
If Han Yan guessed correctly, even if he hadn’t reached Divine Soul Priest, there likely weren’t many priests with his strength.
Her guesses were indeed accurate; Ou Pingxuan was precisely at Tenth Rank Divine Heart Priest cultivation, only a step away from being a Divine Soul Priest. Although for most Divine Heart Priests, that single step seemed insurmountable, never crossing it in their lifetimes, compared to her current standing, he was overwhelmingly strong.
Han Yan didn’t blame Sikong Qinglan and others, she initially thought she might hold off the opponent for a moment, creating a chance for them to escape, but after that sword strike, she realized her thinking was too simplistic.
Given his strength, their fleeing or staying made no difference.
“Master Priest, my patience is limited, I’ll give you one last chance, hand over that array, and I’ll grant you a whole corpse, otherwise I’ll let you suffer the agony of being consumed by flames, watching helplessly as you turn to ash,” Ou Pingxuan coldly said.
“If you leave now, you can preserve your life, otherwise, I vow to let you die without a complete corpse, never able to reincarnate,” Han Yan took a deep breath, raising her head to speak.
“Facing death, you dare spout nonsense!” Ou Pingxuan sneered disdainfully.
The gap in their strength was crystal clear to any outsider, let alone him within the situation. If he unleashed his full power, he believed using just fifty percent would obliterate Han Yan completely.
He considered Han Yan to be merely youthful and too stubborn to yield easily. Yet, with his strength and means, he had various ways to make her submit.
Unfortunately, he was mistaken!
He only noticed Han Yan’s Priest Cultivation, completely unaware that she had a thorough Sword Dao Cultivation besides. Even under the Law’s suppression, she could only display Fifth Rank Swordsman strength, but when combined with Priest Divine Technique, its power increased manifold, and most importantly, she held a Heavenly Stone.
As long as she temporarily broke free from the Law’s suppression, relying solely on Great Sword Master Peak Sword Dao Cultivation, Han Yan was confident she could fight Ou Pingxuan vigorously; coupled with Divine Arts, it wasn’t difficult to kill him.
If faced with other opponents, Han Yan wouldn’t easily reveal her secrets, but against such a formidable foe, she had no better choice.
“You’ve missed the chance.” Han Yan slowly raised the Cold Sky Sword with her right hand, and with her left hand, she brought out the Heavenly Stone.
Mystic halos appeared around her, in the brief time, that slender graceful figure seemed to exude a sacred and pure aura, an inviolable presence.
“Crack” A slender crack formed on the Heavenly Stone, the power within it rushing out like a tide.
Actually, according to Han Yan’s estimate, with her current Divine Heart Priest cultivation, plus Fifth Rank Swordsman Sword Dao cultivation, she might already have a chance to kill the opponent; yet concerned with the secret of her origin, she dared not take risks. Either she refrained from acting, or she must strike fatally, not even giving him a chance to escape. Otherwise, if the news leaked, not only he would be doomed, but the Huayu Temple’s people, even the Gu and Tang families would suffer, potentially leading to their extermination.
Thus, she couldn’t gamble, she must unleash her strongest power.
With the Heavenly Stone shattered, the aura around Han Yan continually rose.
Ou Pingxuan’s brow furrowed slightly, feeling a sudden and intense unease. Did Ou Dechuan provide incorrect information, was Han Yan’s strength far beyond what he’d said? Yet, it didn’t seem logical, judging from the sword before, her strength, though formidable, was still limited, closely resembling what Ou Dechuan claimed, but then, where did her current aura stem from?
“Eight Desolates, Divine Fall!” Without giving him much time to think, at the moment the Heavenly Stone completely shattered, the Cold Sky Sword struck once again.
“Whoosh” A dot-sized, nail-cover small flame emerged from the sword, drifting towards Ou Pingxuan.
Ou Pingxuan had already sensed intense unease, fully focused, not daring any lapse, yet seeing that flame weaker than wax fire, he hesitated slightly.
Han Yan’s forehead instantly developed several black lines; indeed, as she suspected, the more potent the Divine Arts, the smaller the initial movement. Initially, it could numb the opponent, but as her strength became known externally, it inevitably carried a risk of pretentiousness or showing off.