Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: Counterattack from Despair

Ao Fangchen lightly pushed his palms forward, causing Han Yan and the two others to involuntarily step back.

Could it be that they really were defeated just like that? No, they absolutely couldn’t lose! Han Yan knew that if they lost, it would be as if she were a useless person, life worse than death!

Han Yan bit the tip of her tongue, letting out a sharp cry, as a fierce battle spirit burned from within her like never before.

At this moment, Han Yan forgot about life and death, forgot about worry, and felt no fear. In her heart, there was only one word: Fight!

All her mental state poured wholly into this single sword.

In that instant, it seemed as if the entire world had merged into one with her! Even Zhao Sinin’s crazed, reckless battle spirit, Yue Fanchen’s resolute death-defying heart, and the sword consciousness of reincarnation formed by the three of them, all blended into her mental state.

"Buzz!" A sound like divine music echoed in Han Yan’s mind.

Heaven and Earth Sword Heart, it was the Heaven and Earth Sword Heart!

For many cultivators, it’s a state they may never enter in their lifetime. Han Yan last perceived the Heaven and Earth Sword Heart when she initially entered Long Yan Academy. She thought she’d never experience such an opportunity again, yet at this life-and-death juncture, she once again sensed the Heaven and Earth Sword Heart.

Though Ao Fangchen’s palm strike still radiated with overwhelming momentum, Han Yan’s heart was extraordinarily calm at this moment. An aura of arrogance that transcended heaven and earth surged from her, and her mental state broadened as never before. A courage she’d never felt before rose from her heart, as if all things bowed at her feet.

Facing Ao Fangchen’s approaching palm strike, she felt disdain, even found it amusing, likening it to watching children play. Han Yan knew she shouldn’t feel this way; blind arrogance wasn’t her habit. In fact, she wasn’t in a position to disregard Ao Fangchen. To be joking, she was almost being beaten to death, yet dared to scorn the opponent—wasn’t that madness?

But she couldn’t help it. The feeling was so overpowering, like a seed long planted, taking root and sprouting in her heart, beyond her control.

Not only in her emotions, but her Sword Intent also now carried an air of world-conquering arrogance, yet it seemed faintly tinged with sorrow and melancholy.

Sword Dao, this is my Sword Dao! Han Yan suddenly realized she finally comprehended her own Sword Dao.

Han Yan now knew that perceiving one’s own Sword Dao wasn’t closely related to cultivation. As long as one reaches Sword Master Realm, the chance exists. It’s not much tied to talent; rather, opportunity is key. However, such opportunities are rare, as most cultivators in Holy Court Continent only begin to comprehend their Sword Dao upon reaching Sword Saint Realm.

Therefore, for thousands of cultivators in Holy Court Continent, understanding one’s Sword Dao before ascending to Sword Saint is indeed a great boon—not only for vanity but also significantly enhancing combat power and securing a path to higher realms in the future.

Han Yan raised her longsword again and slashed out.

This sword was enacted with tranquility and peace, mirroring her mental state, yet within it contained an essence that stood above all things.

"Heaven and Earth Sword Heart, who would’ve thought you’d enter Heaven and Earth Sword Heart at such a time and understand your own Sword Dao. But alas, with your strength, even entering Heaven and Earth Sword Heart, even comprehending your Sword Dao, how could you possibly contend with me!" Ao Wuchen was startled upon witnessing Han Yan’s transformation.

Such age, such strength, and such opportunity, coupled with her identity as a Descendant of Divine Guardian, might indeed save Holy Court Continent from calamity in the future. For a moment, Ao Wuchen hesitated to harm or cripple her, fearing he might become a historical villain of Holy Court Continent.

But just as quickly, he thought of Han Yutang. Yutang’s injuries were too severe. Failing to avenge the disciple’s grievance, how could he face others later? Even in the underworld, he wouldn’t dare confront his grandfather and great-grandfather.

With that thought, Ao Wuchen resolved to severely injure Han Yan and nullify her cultivation.

He was right; although Han Yan entered Heaven and Earth Sword Heart and comprehended her own Sword Dao, limited by her cultivation, she couldn’t match him. Compared to his overwhelming palm strike, Han Yan’s sword indeed seemed weaker.

Yet as his words fell, the flickering flame of her Sword Soul suddenly burst forth in brilliance.

The small flame seemed to grow in the wind; within a few breaths, it reached over a person’s height, and the sword shadow emanated a fierce golden light, releasing terrifying Sword Power.

"What is this!" Ao Fangchen exclaimed in shock.

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan couldn’t recall how many times she’d used Star Falling in Eight Desolates today, perhaps long past her limit. But at this moment, she suddenly found that entering Heaven and Earth Sword Heart not only merged with the world, but even the Sword Soul became a part of herself.

This feeling was so familiar, so intimate, as if it was always part of her Divine Sense. Indeed, it had always been, but not for Han Yan—it was for another reincarnation of hers.

So, Han Yan instinctively slashed out this sword.

As Han Yan sliced forth her sword, the golden sword shadow ascended simultaneously, carving out a towering Sword Light.

Ao Fangchen felt intense apprehension, hurriedly reaching for his longsword at his waist.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Just as his longsword lifted, that golden sword shadow and Han Yan’s Star Fall Eight Desolates simultaneously cut down.

In a thunderous roar, dust surged, and the earth trembled violently, as though a meteorite had crashed onto the ground.

Moments later, the dust settled, revealing Ao Fangchen lying on the ground, hair disheveled, body covered in dirt, blood continuously pouring from his mouth, as if he’d aged ten years, without a trace of the dignity of a Holy Court Divine Elder.

"Hahaha, Han Yan is dead, Han Yan is dead, Ling Xian, I’ve avenged you!" Zhao Sinin slashed out his final sword, although it didn’t have much effect, it exhausted all his Qi, now lying on the ground, vomiting blood while laughing wildly and shouting, before collapsing unconscious.

Han Yan sweat profusely; clearly, she was standing just fine here. With which eye did he see her dead? Indeed, the insane are incomprehensible.

Yue Fanchen had long noticed Zhao Sinin’s unstable mind, taking out some elixirs, swallowing two himself and casting an inquisitive glance at Han Yan.

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