novelraw Chapter 1328: Divine’s Sigh
Chapter 1328: Divine’s Sigh
Mu Hanyan suddenly had a feeling that she seemed to have experienced this scene somewhere before, as if in a dream, as if in a past life, as if countless reincarnations ago, so vivid yet so distant.But after sizing up Yi Xingtian once more, Mu Hanyan was certain that she had never encountered such an opponent, nor experienced such a scenario.
"Xingtian, Sword Chant, Divine’s Sigh!" Yi Xingtian made her move.
In an instant, sword light burst forth from the longsword, unleashing an endless killing intent. The sword chant also became high-pitched and mournful, as if countless resentful spirits from an ancient battlefield were shouting with anger and unwillingness.
This sword was evidently stronger than the one from yesterday; the killing intent penetrated the body, inducing unprecedented fear in everyone, and their Qi was so suppressed it was difficult to circulate.
"Thump, thump," a few young swordsmen with low cultivation levels foamed at the mouth under the pressure of the killing intent and sword power and fainted on the spot.
The audience below the stage was like this, and Mu Hanyan on the stage bore the brunt, her expression changing drastically.
Yi Xingtian’s sword contained the power of an Eighth Rank Sword Master, as well as the power of the Divine Sword, yet the most terrifying aspect was the myriad of killing intents within that sword.
If only it induced fear in others, that would be one thing. The crucial point was that under the stimulation of this killing intent, both Yi Xingtian’s strength and the power of the Divine Sword doubled.
Mu Hanyan believed that even if an ordinary Sword Saint were to make a move, their power would be no more than this. Compared to Jing Jianjue’s strength enhanced by the Divine Hall Magical Artifact, Yi Xingtian was far stronger.
Mu Hanyan raised the Cold Sky Sword, but under the immense pressure, she couldn’t swing it no matter what.
Endless killing intent poured towards Mu Hanyan, piercing into her mind.
Mu Hanyan trembled all over, scenes from her past life flashed before her eyes: the bright sword tip that pierced her heart, Tang Bufan’s fearless smile before dying, the deep concern as her parents were killed tragically, and the heroic figure of her brother fighting bloodily. All these emerged scene by scene.
Mu Hanyan’s mind was in a blur, with past and present interwoven, making it impossible to distinguish reality from memory.
"No, I can’t die!" An unprecedented fear surged in her heart.
Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan’s eyes, Yi Xingtian’s eyes inexplicably showed a hint of disappointment. It was unclear whether she was disappointed in her opponent, who she deemed as worthy, being so weak, or in something else.
Disappointment aside, the sword in her hand did not pause for a moment and continued to strike straight at Mu Hanyan.
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"Buzz" — a sound like heavenly music resonated in Mu Hanyan’s mind.
Her mental state entered a foreign world.
On an endless plain, a biting cold wind howled across the earth, slicing across faces like sharp longswords, causing stinging pain on their cheeks.
War drums beat like a display, horns blaring, innumerable soldiers in silver battle armor marched in unison, swords raised high, advancing step by step. In front, countless warriors clad in black armor surged like a tide. Unlike the orderly opposite army, their formation was much more scattered, although their armor was uniformly black, the styles were much more varied, yet the fighting spirit emanated from them was in no way inferior to the opposing side.
"Boom!" The two armies collided like tides crashing against the shore, unleashing thunderous roars.
Blood splattered, staining the sky red, and the earth too.
In a single clash, thousands of warriors perished on the battlefield. What shocked Mu Hanyan was that even the weakest among them were experts above Sword Saint level, and the strength of those generals was even higher, reaching levels beyond her imagination, as such experts simply did not exist on the Holy Court Continent.
In the blink of an eye, the two armies fell into chaotic battle, with mists of blood spraying forth, and vibrant young bodies turned cold beneath swords, the wails of the wounded echoed to the skies, and the long horn sound resonated for a long time over the plain, like the sorrowful wails of countless wandering souls.
Mu Hanyan trembled slightly, the desolation and heroism of the ancient battlefield almost weighed her heart down as if it were crushed by a giant stone. The shrill cries of the wounded pained her inexplicably, the pervasive blood scent in the air nearly suffocated her, and the fierce killing intent released by tens of thousands of Holy-grade masters in life-and-death combat chilled her to the bone.
A golden light silhouette trod the air—a woman in battle armor glowing with pale golden light, dignified yet holy.
It’s her! Mu Hanyan’s eyes lit up. This woman was indeed the powerful being who defeated Xingtian Girl but was later assassinated!
Under her, she rode a Divine Beast, majestic and awe-inspiring, emitting a sacred aura itself.
Aolai, it was actually the Aolai Divine Beast. So, she was the master of the Aolai Divine Beast! Mu Hanyan was astounded. On second thought, indeed, only such a super powerhouse could make the Aolai, the King of Ten Thousand Beasts, submit.
The woman gazed at the fierce battleground below her with eyes showing pity and compassion.
"Roar!" the Aolai Divine Beast howled towards the sky.
The entire battlefield fell silent instantly, everyone halted their weapons and looked up reverently at the sky.
"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" The woman slashed with her longsword.
The world lost its color, the sun and moon lost their light, and the entire world became pitch-black. But immediately, a pure white sword light illuminated the earth.
"What is she trying to do?" Mu Hanyan was surprised again.
Though she didn’t know how powerful she was, just seeing the awe of the people below, she knew that they were worlds apart from the woman.
Could it be, she was attempting to slay a level below all the warriors down there as a means to stop killing with killing! At this thought, Mu Hanyan felt a chill in her heart.
But soon, she realized she was wrong.
The sword light fell upon them, surprisingly warming them like the sun at noon, bathing them, like soaking in a clear spring.
All fears, all unease, all hostility were purged away as if experiencing a spiritual cleansing.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, a chasm stretching thousands of feet appeared between the two armies, separating the warriors on both sides by a chasm tens of feet deep and wide.
What shocked Mu Hanyan even more was that all the wounded warriors’ wounds were healing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, no trace of injuries could be seen.
The battlefield, previously shrouded in blood, now seemed as if washed clean by rain, becoming pristinely clean.
All the warriors now bore none of the previous hostility and killing intent. This ancient plain became peaceful and harmonious, like a legendary Holy Land.