Chapter 1673: Chapter 1673: Finally Willing to Call Master

It was only until now that she truly felt the terrifying power of the Void. That immense power enveloped her tightly, squeezing, pulling, twisting. She was already gravely injured, and even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t be able to withstand it for long. Perhaps soon, she would be crushed into a meat patty, then twisted into a pretzel, or maybe stretched into noodles... Why were all her thoughts about food? Could it be the influence of those two foodies, Qu Shanling and Ye Yanran?

Even at a time like this, she could think of such jokes, and Han Yan suddenly admired herself a little.

Beside her, Ye Lanfeng was even more severely injured than she was. It was no wonder, as the power of the Holy Master’s earlier sword had hit him with at least seventy percent of its force, resulting in his heavier injuries.

The two locked eyes as their hands clasped together tightly again.

Suddenly, she felt a tight grip as a large hand clasped her shoulder forcefully. Turning her head, she saw Feng Qingyu’s chubby round face.

"Good thing you’re not dead, otherwise my loss would have been for nothing." Feng Qingyu gasped for breath, having expended a lot of effort to catch up to Han Yan despite his serious injuries.

"Master!" Seeing the traces of blood at the corner of Feng Qingyu’s mouth and his body full of scars, Han Yan felt both grateful and touched, calling softly.

"What did you say?" Feng Qingyu looked at Han Yan in surprise, as if not believing his ears.

"Master." Han Yan called out again.

Accepting her as a disciple was Feng Qingyu’s greatest wish. Knowing they were unlikely to escape this calamity, Han Yan naturally wanted to fulfill his last wish.

"Hahaha, you finally called me Master. I, Feng Qingyu, finally have successors." Feng Qingyu laughed heartily, squinting his eyes, looking more and more satisfied and happy.

Han Yan felt a chill, thinking that she acknowledged him as a teacher, not as a father, so why was he talking about having successors? Seeing Feng Qingyu’s small squinting eyes and chubby face, Han Yan’s mouth twitched. Even at this moment, he couldn’t be serious. Truly, it must be Feng Qingyu.

Then the teasing mood in Han Yan disappeared, leaving only worry. Because Feng Qingyu was laughing loudly while coughing up blood froth, his injuries were so severe that even his cultivation couldn’t heal, and the elixir was ineffective.

"In light of you finally accepting me as a Master, it’s worth risking my life," Feng Qingyu suddenly straightened his back, speaking with resolute determination.

Then, swiftly forming hand gestures, he cast a protective Gang Qi over Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng, leading them deeper into the Void.

Under the squeezing and pulling of the Void power, bulging veins appeared on his face and his eyes protruded, contorted in excruciating pain. Meanwhile, with the protective Gang Qi, Han Yan and her companion felt no pressure.

What is he doing? Han Yan’s heart skipped a beat!

Quickly, she understood. Behind them, the Holy Master was flying toward them.

Everything he did was to acquire those twelve inheritances. Without Han Yan, even if he captured all the Descendants of Divine Guardian, he couldn’t succeed, so how could he let Han Yan escape?

The combined strike of Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng earlier further aggravated his injuries, but he still had the strength to fight. The enraged Holy Master, with wild hair and beard, seemed completely frenzied.

Feng Qingyu, already severely injured, couldn’t outpace the Holy Master while carrying Ye Lanfeng and Han Yan, and they were being overtaken.

Seeing the Holy Master getting closer, Feng Qingyu gritted his teeth and rapidly executed a series of hand gestures.

"Shatter, Void!" he shouted softly, and streams of invisible air currents appeared around him.

If the Void previously felt like an ocean with roaring waves and undercurrents, with these swirling air currents, it seemed as if a massive meteorite had been dropped, causing a cataclysmic upheaval.

A vortex about ten feet in diameter appeared in front of them.

"Go!" Feng Qingyu shouted and pushed Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng into the vortex.

Then he turned to charge at the Holy Master.

With his current injuries, facing the Holy Master was a death sentence, having no chance to take him down with him. But he had no choice; even the vortex might not hold the Holy Master back, his power was terrifying.

All he could do was delay a little longer, giving Han Yan more of a chance to escape.

"Master!" Seeing Feng Qingyu’s slightly hunched yet resolutely tragic silhouette, Han Yan couldn’t hold back her tears.

"Seeking death!" The Holy Master was completely enraged, and his ancient sword projected all his fury and power, slashing down at Feng Qingyu’s head.

"Be careful!" Han Yan cried out in alarm.

No one expected that the Holy Master could still unleash such sword power, far beyond the heavily injured Feng Qingyu’s ability to withstand. If this sword fell, he would die for sure.

But at this time, Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng were more severely injured and pushed into the vortex by Feng Qingyu, powerless to help.

At that moment, countless sword glows flew towards the Holy Master. Among them, at least the full-power strikes of six or seven Sword Saints, which previously seemed insignificant but now appeared overwhelming.

Turning his head abruptly, Han Yan saw outside the barrier fissure of the cemetery, Shao Chengxiong, Dantai Changqing, Wei Xiaotian, and Mu Hanfeng stood with longswords, maintaining their strike posture. Behind them, the Holy Court Elites and Descendants of Divine Guardian also held the same posture.

They finally acted! Han Yan knew that even now, Shao Chengxiong and Dantai Changqing, along with Wei Xiaotian, still refused to oppose the Holy Master. Their only reason for acting was for her and Ye Lanfeng.

But that was enough!

"Boom!" With a thunderous explosion, the whole Void boiled up.

Countless turbulences collided, intertwined, and twisted like an apocalypse.

Han Yan felt darkness swoop in as she was pulled into the vortex, and the black hole sealed up.

The moment the black hole closed, she saw on the other side, Mu Hanfeng again executed hand gestures, repairing the barrier fissure. The cemetery, with the dual defense of the barrier and Dragon-shaped Guardian, floated deeper into the Void.

The Holy Master, exerting all his strength, was finally struck by the combined sword blow of the group, sent flying a thousand feet, caught in the chaotic void currents, unable to pursue any longer.

Though Feng Qingyu escaped the lethal blow, he was still affected, drifting into the depths of the Void like a lone boat.

"They will certainly be fine, definitely will!" Han Yan clenched her fists, filled with hopeful thoughts.

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