Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1006: The Charisma of Zirong’s Devil Eyes

Zirong, why did he come here? Wasn’t he supposed to stay and recuperate? Upon seeing the familiar face of Zirong, Han Yan and the others were momentarily stunned."Young master, I’ve arrived." With a slight smile, revealing his white teeth, Zirong watched the surprised expressions on Han Yan and the others.

Two black-clothed swordsmen simultaneously slashed at Zirong from the left and right.

"Zirong, be careful!" Witnessing the perfectly executed sword technique of the black-clothed men, Han Yan and Huayue couldn’t help but exclaim.

If not for possessing powerful Six Senses, and if the Cold Sky Sword hadn’t been upgraded to a Divine Artifact, just dealing with the Guiyu Clan’s sword technique, which far exceeded the real realm, even Han Yan would be at a loss; since Zirong’s power is far inferior to hers, how could he possibly withstand it?

However, they soon realized they were mistaken.

Facing the coordinated and exquisite sword attack of the two black-clothed swordsmen, Zirong’s face showed no sign of panic. His longsword flashed out like lightning as his body shifted lightly.

This seemingly simple move, devoid of any technique, allowed Zirong to narrowly avoid the critical strikes. Though the sword edges left two blood marks on him, they were merely flesh wounds that didn’t affect his combat power or leave any lasting repercussions.

Yet Zirong’s sword flashed by like lightning, piercing the crucial heart meridian of both opponents, creating a spray of bright red blood mist.

Han Yan and the others were astonished, unable to believe their eyes—how was it possible? When did Zirong’s prowess become so terrifying?

Not only them, even Ye Lanfeng, Uncle Yun, and the few black-robed elders engaged in combat spared a glance, showing expressions of shock.

They all recognized that Zirong’s cultivation was merely at the Great Swordsman level, while the two black-clothed swordsmen slain were Ninth Rank Swordsmen, slightly inferior. But with their exquisite swordsmanship, their true combat power rivaled even that of Sword Masters, further enhanced by their seamless cooperation.

However, with only the power of a Great Swordsman, Zirong effortlessly dispatched the two, rendering his minor injuries insignificant by comparison.

"Could it be that Zirong temporarily boosted his cultivation using some strange and mysterious arts?" Han Yan glanced at Zirong, quickly dismissing her speculation.

The aura pressure surrounding Zirong showed no change, remaining as that of a Great Swordsman.

The others noticed this point too, revealing expressions of doubt.

Zirong continued to smile shallowly, though covered in blood, his relaxed demeanor conveyed a sense of leisurely elegance, as if the black-clothed swordsmen before him were merely lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Kill him!" After a brief shock, three more black-clothed swordsmen charged at Zirong.

The three longswords radiated murderous intent—one slashed downwards, one sliced horizontally, and one aimed straight for Zirong’s Qi Sea, with three faintly green Sword Lights completely enclosing him.

Zirong maintained his habitual smile, his body twisting bizarrely—the sword aimed at his face slashed across his chest at an angle, leaving only a shallow blood mark; the sword targeting his abdomen lightly grazed his waist, drawing just a thin line of blood; and the sword thrust towards his Qi Sea vital spot deviated a few inches, piercing his ribs, but only penetrated the flesh without injuring the internal organs.

Evidently, none of these three swords inflicted fatal harm on him.

Just as those three longswords crossed his body, Zirong made his move.

Three blood flashes appeared almost simultaneously, and the three black-clothed swordsmen each clutched their heart meridians, blood gushing between their fingers as they fell lifelessly, gazing at Zirong with a hint of unwillingness.

The previously loud and chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Everyone recognized that Zirong’s abilities hadn’t improved; even the fatal sword move wasn’t particularly exquisite, nor was his speed remarkable, being noticeably slower than his three opponents.

Yet those seemingly ordinary three swords perfectly pinpointed the opponents’ vital spots.

Amid Zirong’s strike, one of his eyes suddenly turned pure white, while the other became pure black, as if the black and white of his eyes swapped positions.

On his originally handsome face, with one eye pure white and the other pure black, it was an incredibly eerie sight.

"Devil Eyes!" Han Yan suddenly recalled Zirong’s past life, where he was dubbed Demon Sword, not only for his cunning intelligence and unpredictable swordsmanship but also, his Devil Eyes.

Legend had it that before those Devil Eyes, any exquisite sword technique lost its efficacy. No matter how perfect the swordsmanship, he only needed one glance to find its fatal flaw, then strike fatally.

In her past life, upon hearing the legend, Han Yan dismissed it as mere hearsay; she’d heard similar tales frequently, doubting the existence of Devil Eyes. In her view, Zirong saw through the enemies’ sword techniques merely due to his acute Six Senses and exceptional Eye Power, which somehow perpetuated the myth of Devil Eyes.

But now, she believed—Zirong indeed possessed a pair of Devil Eyes capable of piercing through countless sword techniques!

The Guiyu Family’s swordsmanship was so exquisite and their coordination so flawless that Han Yan herself, without relying on her powerful Six Senses, would struggle to identify their flaws; even finding them, without the Cold Sky Sword, delivering a fatal strike would be a formidable challenge.

Yet Zirong accomplished it effortlessly, leading Han Yan to think that perhaps Zirong’s nickname of Demon Sword solely resulted from his Devil Eyes.

Speaking of fierce sword techniques, Zirong was actually inferior to Huayue; and regarding unpredictability, he couldn’t compare to Jiang Yuzhe either. His unique attribute was his base cunning, or perhaps shamelessness.

Every time he successfully anticipated his enemies with seemingly ordinary swordsmanship, delivering fatal blows that blurred truth and illusion, it was all due to his Devil Eyes.

"Kill him, join forces, kill him." While Han Yan silently marveled, a black-robed elder, slightly panicked, shouted loudly.

Previously they resolved to entangle Ye Lanfeng, waiting for the moment the Family Head awakened after mastering the Evil Technique. But now, with Zirong as a variable, they realized matters weren’t as simple as expected.

Although Zirong’s capabilities were inferior to Han Yan and Huayue’s, his Devil Eyes were the nemesis of those black-clothed swordsmen. Before him, the Guiyu Clan’s refined sword techniques boosted by Secret Techniques held no power.