Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1178: A Sudden Turn, Yanran to the Rescue

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1178: A Sudden Turn, Yanran to the Rescue

"Kill him!" Han Yan said in a deep voice, raising the Cold Sky Sword once more.

"Alas!" Jiang Qiling also noticed this, sighed softly, and tightly gripped the sword hilt.

"Nine Heavens..."

"Xuantian..."

Han Yan and Jiang Qiling both pushed their cultivation techniques to the limit, continuously condensing their Qi.

They both knew clearly, they only had one chance to strike. If this sword could not defeat Qiu Ye, could not kill him or completely strip him of combat power, they were surely doomed.

The atmosphere became extremely heavy.

"Hahaha, how delusional you are. We have already torn open the spatial barrier, borrowing the Heaven and Earth Power of the Divine Continent, and yet you think you can compete with us with the strength limited by the law? Dream on!" Qiu Ye laughed out loud and said wildly.

"Ah..." Just as his laughter hadn’t finished, suddenly, Qiu Yuan let out a piercing scream, and his chanting abruptly stopped.

"Qiu Yuan!" Qiu Ye turned his head, only to see a longsword piercing through Qiu Yuan’s chest.

A pretty-faced young girl gripped the sword hilt, her eyes filled with endless hatred.

Qiu Yuan’s hand held tightly onto the sword blade, but he was completely powerless to stop the Qi that was pouring in and destroying his heart meridian. His eyes gradually lost their luster, finally his head tilted, and he perished.

This... what is happening! Qiu Ye thought he held the winning ticket, and Han Yan and Jiang Qiling were bound to die, yet he hadn’t expected there to be a third person hidden here, even less did he expect Qiu Yuan to die so unsuspectingly to the young girl’s sword.

"I’ll kill you!" Although the two brothers often bickered, they were deeply bonded. Qiu Ye let out a savage roar, almost instinctively slashing a sword at the young girl.

"Void!" The young girl was prepared, seeing Qiu Yuan already lifeless, she quickly performed a string of hand gestures, her body vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, Qiu Ye’s much-anticipated sword heavily slashed the spot where the girl had previously stood, within several feet of range, the sword power shook the ground and formed a pit several feet deep.

Such sword power, even with Jiang Yuzhe’s Shadow Shifting Barrier, would be hard to escape unscathed.

Nonetheless, the girl let out a muffled grunt, reappeared, though heavily injured, she was not mortally wounded.

Qiu Yuan’s eyes showed shock, raising the longsword again, but unfortunately, Han Yan and Jiang Qiling wouldn’t give him another opportunity to strike. Both had already elevated their Qi to the extreme, and with Qiu Yuan dead, the spatial crack began to close slowly, Qiu Ye’s aura continued to decline, and the sword had consumed all the Qi and sword force he had been accumulating.

For Han Yan and Jiang Qiling, this was their best opportunity.

"Star Fall!"

"Sword Break!" Han Yan and Jiang Qiling simultaneously shouted, unleashing a sword strike without any reservation.

It was only then that Qiu Ye realized he had been thrown into chaos by his brother’s death, that his rage had made him overlook the greatest enemy.

In a battle between experts, life or death transpires in an instant, and soon, Qiu Ye paid the price.

Though Qiu Ye was aware and quickly turned to face his enemies, yet this sword was clearly weaker compared to when he had struck at the girl earlier.

With a muffled humph, Qiu Ye was struck by the combined force of Han Yan and Jiang Qiling and was sent flying away. The sound of bones fracturing was distinctly heard.

This strike not only shattered Qiu Ye’s meridians but also broke nearly half of his bones, and even his Qi Sea exhibited thin cracks, just one step short of having his cultivation completely ruined into a cripple.

Although his cultivation barely survived, with such severe injuries, Qiu Ye still vomited large mouthfuls of fresh blood, evidently lacking the power to continue fighting.

How would Han Yan and Jiang Qiling miss this chance? They simultaneously soared into the air, aiming a lethal strike at Qiu Ye.

Seizing when one’s ill, taking one’s life, both understood this principle.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared, blocking in front of Qiu Ye, gently waving the longsword in his hand.

Han Yan and Jiang Qiling had previously spared no effort in their sword strike, now they were like an exhausted crossbow bolt, completely unable to withstand his sword. Their bodies lightened and were forced back.

However, the man clearly did not harbor any killing intent, as both landed lightly back in place without any injury.

It was only then that Han Yan saw clearly who had arrived. The person was cloaked entirely in a black cloak, with a black mask obscuring the face, giving off a feeling of familiarity.

"My lord, your subordinate greets you!" Upon seeing the black-clothed man, Qiu Ye regained some spirit and made a difficult bow.

Jiang Qiling’s expression changed, just hearing the title was enough to know, the opponent was also from the temple, and evidently held a higher rank than Qiu Ye.

"Rise." The black-clothed man spoke hoarsely.

"Yes, my lord." Qiu Ye struggled to stand up.

"Can you walk?" The black-clothed man asked.

"I can." Qiu Ye nodded and replied.

"Then let’s go." The black-clothed man turned to leave as if Han Yan and Jiang Qiling did not exist.

"My lord, without killing them? They’ve exhausted their Primordial Energy, completely void of the power to battle again." Qiu Ye looked at the black-clothed man in confusion.

Not only Qiu Ye, but even Han Yan and Jiang Qiling showed signs of bewilderment. Qiu Ye was correct, if the black-clothed man chose to act now, with their current abilities, they stood no chance in battle, yet he simply walked away, clearly devoid of intentions to attack.

"You don’t need to instruct me on what to do." The black-clothed man remarked coldly.

"But..." Qiu Ye was taken aback and suspicious, hesitatingly gazing at the black-clothed man.

"You may stay, but next time, I won’t intervene." The black-clothed man said ruthlessly, his steps never faltering.

Qiu Ye gritted his teeth, holding Qiu Yuan’s already cold body, staggeringly following behind.

Soon, their figures vanished from sight.

Jiang Qiling stared at their departing silhouettes in a daze, seemingly unable to believe that they were so easily let go.

Han Yan also watched in the direction where the black-clothed man disappeared, lost in thought.

"Hey, after all, I saved you two, right? I’m about to die, and you can’t spare me a glance?" A voice filled with grievance pulled Han Yan and Jiang Qiling back to reality.

"If it were someone else, I might be unsure, but knowing it’s you, even if you were more severely injured, I know you wouldn’t die." Han Yan smiled warmly, walked over, and casually tossed a bottle of elixir to her.

The girl before them was none other than the long-missed Ye Yanran.

Han Yan thought it would be a long time before encountering this female thief again, but didn’t expect to meet her in the Illusion Dragon Hall, especially at such a critical moment, timely saving them.

(Howling at the sky, begging for a monthly ticket! I’m about to explode! Absolutely won’t live-stream eating a keyboard!)