Chapter 1800: Thanks, But No Need

Chapter 1800: Chapter 1800: Thanks, But No Need

Though curious and somewhat doubtful, Han Yan found these thoughts trivial, and knowing the answer was unimportant to her. How could she possibly let Chen Xuefeng go because of this? Having witnessed the cruelty and heartlessness of the Blood Wind Thieves firsthand, sparing them could mean countless innocent lives falling to his tyranny in the future. Even without a benevolent heart for the world, Lady Mu did not wish to be the villain.

"If you can defeat me fair and square, without relying on that sacrificial pet, I will answer all your questions. If you lose, let me leave." Chen Xuefeng had long known Han Yan wouldn’t let him off easily and had already formulated his strategy.

He then saw the Level 8 Divine Priest emblem on Han Yan’s priest robe, feeling somewhat strange. Last time he met her, her martial arts were formidable, but her priest realm didn’t seem that high. How did she reach Level 8 so quickly? Nonetheless, with his strength, facing an eighth-level priest held significant assurance.

"Do you really think I won’t dare to kill you?" Han Yan raised her brow threateningly, her longsword slightly piercing forward.

"I’ve already said, I knew today would end like this. If you want to kill me, then kill me. But if you do, you might not get the answers you’re looking for." Blood trickled from Chen Xuefeng’s neck, yet he seemed oblivious, feigning confidence.

He had no idea what Han Yan wanted to ask, but for him, this was his only chance for survival, like a drowning man reaching for a straw—grabbing whatever he could. Even if it was a gamble for his life, it was still a chance to live.

Seeing the raised brow and authoritative demeanor of Han Yan, which subtly revealed her uncertainty, he felt that if she dared to fight, his chances of survival increased.

Seeing Chen Xuefeng’s feigned confidence, Han Yan secretly laughed to herself; this was exactly the outcome she desired. To make someone like Chen Xuefeng submit, he must be truly convinced both in heart and speech.

"Do you keep your word?" After a long hesitation, Han Yan didn’t thrust her sword forward, biting her lip as she spoke.

"Although I’m not a good person, within tens of thousands of miles, I’m still a notable figure. Would I go back on my word?" Seeing Han Yan’s hesitation, Chen Xuefeng thought she lacked confidence and replied without hesitation.

"Fine, then let’s have a fair fight." Han Yan withdrew her longsword, stepping back a few paces.

"Haha, little girl, since you’re giving me a chance to live, I’ll give you one too. Today, I won’t kill you, as long as you keep your promise, the grievances with Mu Family Village will be erased." Feeling his life was no longer in danger, Chen Xuefeng responded heartily.

"Thanks, but it’s unnecessary, because you won’t have the chance." Han Yan replied lightly.

The longsword slowly rose, reflecting a fiery glow.

This little girl’s strength seems more extraordinary than imagined. Having emerged from the fight of swords, Chen Xuefeng’s instincts for danger surpass many high-level divine priests, quickly sensing the immense pressure from the Cold Sky Sword, as well as the fear of death.

With a loud shout, the long knife sliced forward.

Although it was just one blade, its heavy shadows formed an array of illusions, with endless variations, much like the transformed swordsmanship of high-level knights. Relying purely on strength without any Qi, Chen Xuefeng’s martial arts were indeed extraordinary.

Actually, this was Chen Xuefeng’s strongest combat skill, one he should have unleashed during his last fight with Han Yan. Yet, the technique was only half-activated before Liu Guang sent him fleeing, unable to use the subsequent transformations.

In an instant, Han Yan was enveloped by the shadow of the blade, even Wen Gaoren and the others couldn’t find a weakness in it.

However, none of them were worried. The best method to deal with such a technique was to suppress it directly with powerful priest divine techniques. In the face of absolute strength, any so-called transformations are redundant, and they had no doubt Han Yan possessed such strength, as the defeats of Long Wudang, Ou Mingzhi, and Xiang Qiuzhan were evidence enough.

Despite having absolute confidence in Han Yan, when the tiny flame appeared in their vision, they couldn’t help but wipe their foreheads.

It’s this trick again!

By now, they somewhat understood that the little flame from Master Priest wasn’t a tactic to feign weakness, but rather, no matter how strong the divine technique, it initially manifested as a small flame in her hands.

They found it hard to understand why such powerful strength couldn’t be used to manifest a proper priest divine technique. It’s unclear how those who suffered defeat at her hands felt, likely very frustrated and indignant.

"Hahaha, so this is your strength, only this level..." When they heard Chen Xuefeng’s laugh echoing with the others, their hearts were filled with sympathy.

Yet that earlier sword, having attached the Fire Spear technique and Qi to the Cold Sky Sword, transformed it into a flaming spear, doubling the combined force of the divine technique and sword dao, with its power dramatically enhancing.

This was merely a result of her restrained sword dao cultivation. Had she been beyond Fifth Rank, its might would likely be far more than doubled.

Realizing priest divine techniques and Holy Court Sword Techniques could be used this way, Han Yan’s eyes seemed to open a new door in cultivation, filled with joy and anticipation.

Suppressing inner excitement, Han Yan furtively glanced at Wen Gaoren. Although he earnestly wanted to apprentice under her for learning array formation techniques, this life-and-death secret she still wished to keep hidden.

Fortunately, besides surprise, Han Yan didn’t notice anything out of place in his eyes.

"Boom!" Chen Xuefeng hadn’t finished speaking when the small flame suddenly exploded, turning into a fire spear nearly a zhang long, piercing toward Chen Xuefeng with raging flames.

The myriad transformations and shadows of the blade seemed futile at this moment, as Chen Xuefeng groaned, flying heavily backward.

"So, this is your strength..." After a moment, Chen Xuefeng struggled to sit up, face pale, eyes filled with desolation.

He finally understood the young girl’s strength was so powerful, even without the sacrificial pet’s help, he wasn’t her match. His earlier offer of leaving her a way out seemed laughable.

Han Yan sheathed her sword, slowly walking toward Chen Xuefeng.

"What do you want to know, go ahead." Chen Xuefeng, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, spoke to Han Yan candidly.