Chapter 1801: Chapter 1801: Failed Silencing by Murder

If Han Yan had pressured him to speak earlier, he would definitely not have given in, knowing he was doomed to die anyway. But since Han Yan had already given him an opportunity, and he’d spoken so boldly, he admitted defeat willingly, with nothing to hide. Besides, he really didn’t know what Han Yan wanted to ask.

"Where did your cultivation technique come from? Also, during the last time at Mu Family Village, who was the person intended as a shield by your Second Master but escaped from my sword?" Han Yan asked.

"What person?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly startled. Last time, he had only focused on escaping and hadn’t cared much about others, so he didn’t know who Han Yan was referring to.

"It’s..." Han Yan had just spoken when a longsword pierced through Chen Xuefeng’s chest from behind.

"You!" Chen Xuefeng trembled all over, suddenly turning his head with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

Han Yan was equally shocked. The person who acted was the bandit who had escaped from her twice before. After Xiang Qiuzhan’s defeat, he returned to Chen Xuefeng’s side, and she hadn’t expected he could survive under the divine technique of Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan, hiding among the dead without her noticing.

Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan were also stunned, shocked by this scene.

Han Yan reacted much faster than them. After only a slight surprise, the Cold Sky Sword was unsheathed again, stabbing toward the person’s chest. In such close-range combat, both sword techniques and martial arts are much more practical and faster than priest divine techniques. After all, divine techniques require Divine Sense to gather spiritual power, and higher-level ones need chants to support them, whereas sword techniques and martial arts can strike directly.

Han Yan’s strike could not be said to be slow, but the person was already prepared. As the sword was about to pierce his heart, his body twisted bizarrely, dodging Han Yan’s fatal blow and then soared into the air, flying towards the city outskirts.

However, this time he had no such good luck. Letting him escape twice, and now murdering someone right in front of her, if she let him escape once more, even Lady Mu herself would be ashamed to face others.

Her Divine Sense tightly locked onto the person’s back, and Han Yan suddenly threw out the longsword in her hand. Harnessing the power akin to that of a Ninth Rank Swordsman, the longsword flew like a meteor, issuing a sharp sound that pierced the air.

Upon hearing the sword’s cry, the person merely let out a cold hum, and blocked with a sword backward.

His strength was not below that of Chen Xuefeng, perhaps even higher. He was confident that even with Han Yan’s sword striking with full force, it couldn’t possibly harm him.

However, at the instant the two swords collided, a small flame suddenly exploded, transforming the Cold Sky Sword into a flaming spear that swept past the side of his sword’s edge, piercing directly into his heart.

The man’s body trembled, looking incredulously at the flaming spear piercing his chest, and fell with the flames.

Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan were stunned, they hadn’t expected Han Yan to ultimately slay him with a single sword strike, given his escaping speed. Could priest divine techniques really be used this way?

Han Yan was also taken aback. Her previous throw of the Cold Sky Sword had been out of anger and frustration, without much thought. It wasn’t until the success of the strike that she suddenly realized she had unintentionally infused her sword technique cultivation into that one sword strike, a method completely different from Holy Court Sword Technique and temple divine arts, with entirely different power.

The Holy Court Sword Technique relies on Qi. Once the longsword leaves the hand, it only acts on inertia, significantly reducing power, and the farther the distance, the lesser the power, even Zirong’s Demon Sword Heart Kill is no exception, making it more suitable for close combat.

Priest divine techniques are slightly stronger in this regard, relying on Divine Sense to control internal spiritual power, offering a larger attack range and being more suitable for long-range combat. But spiritual power is intangible, so once divine arts are used, it cannot leverage the inherent threat of the longsword, meaning the power is actually less than the tremendous destructive force of Qi’s momentary burst.

This is normal; she had infused Qi into the Cold Sky Sword, and when the divine technique burst, Qi exploded simultaneously. The burning flame spear completely overshadowed the Qi’s might, so Wen Gaoren found it hard to notice any anomalies.

But even so, Han Yan secretly reminded herself not to be so reckless in the future. Wen Gaoren might not have noticed, but that doesn’t mean others won’t, considering he is only a Ninth-level Divine Priest and not a top master within the temple; there are many with higher cultivation and stronger Divine Sense than him, and who knows when a flaw might be exposed.

Moreover, he was just watching, not experiencing it firsthand. If experienced, he might notice something amiss. This kind of combat skill should either be not used or it must execute a kill in one strike, or else it would invite endless pursuits from the temple.

These thoughts flashed swiftly through Han Yan’s mind and were soon cast aside as she bent down to examine Chen Xuefeng’s injuries.

How to use combat skills can be considered later; the immediate priority is to keep Chen Xuefeng alive. Clearly, that person had better opportunities to escape but chose to kill Chen Xuefeng before fleeing, obviously to silence him. Hence, Han Yan was even more curious about those few questions.

Chen Xuefeng was spitting mouthfuls of blood, his eyes glaring with confusion, resentment, and anger. Han Yan’s Divine Sense detected his internal organs were already shattered.

If it were a swordsman or priest, she might have had some way to help him despite such severe injuries, having the cultivation of at least a Level 8 Divine Priest. However, Chen Xuefeng was neither a swordsman nor a priest. Although martial arts brought him tremendous combat power and decent defense, they couldn’t give him self-healing capabilities; such injuries were fatal to him, beyond her abilities to save. Chen Xuefeng held on solely due to the will of resentment and unwillingness.

"Looks like my doubts will ultimately remain unanswered." Han Yan sighed secretly. She was too disinterested in even looking at the mysterious bandit who died by her sword. She clearly understood the magnitude of power unleashed by her sword technique and divine art; it was fortunate the man hadn’t turned to ashes, making it impossible for him to still be alive.

"Master Priest, are those questions very important to you?" Sikong Qinglan asked, noticing Han Yan’s puzzled expression. Actually, he was equally curious about the person’s identity and motives for silencing others.

"It’s not that they’re important, just that this incident is too strange," Han Yan replied.

"I understand." Sikong Qinglan nodded, mouth chanting like the wind, "The light of God shines upon the earth, granting life to all creation, the hymn of life sings in the wind, Anunarabodhasanaya, Bhinya Nanana Jheya..."

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