Chapter 1904: Guardian Battle of 2003

Although neither had made a move yet, the air became exceptionally heavy. Whether it was the Priest Guards and citizens of Huayu City or the invading bandits, their hearts unconsciously rose to their throats, and an inexplicable fear continued to grow in their minds.

"Demon Arrow, Sky Covering!" The black arrow finally left the string.

There was none of the earth-shattering impact typical of Holy Court Sword Skill, nor the dazzling show commonly seen in Priest Divine Technique. The entire world, and the golden sunset, lost its color; even the fiery sea burning in the city turned into a gray-black expanse.

Shadows loomed, covering the sky and blocking the sun, as the last glimmer of sunset was shrouded by darkness, as if night had fallen and soon the entire world would be plunged into darkness.

"Eight Desolate God Fall!" Han Yan didn’t hesitate to use her strongest Divine Technique.

No, it wasn’t just Divine Technique; her Qi, suppressed to the Fifth Rank Swordsman, was also infused into her longsword, and mighty, pure power adhered to it as well.

With the veil of darkness, she was free to blend her Sword Dao Cultivation into her Divine Technique without restraint; in fact, even without this darkness, she couldn’t find a better choice. The opponent’s arrow was strong, very strong! She had to give it everything she had, with no reservation.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Stone had already shattered completely, otherwise, she would have unhesitatingly lifted the suppression and displayed her strongest power.

In an instant, the Cold Sky Sword shone brilliantly, emitting blinding silver light, as if illuminating the night, forming a stark contrast with the opponent’s black arrow. Thanks to the darkness, it appeared remarkably pure, filled with an inviolable sacred aura.

Gazing at Han Yan’s slender, stunning figure, and her holy, dignified longsword, even the thousands of bandits in the distance felt a deep-seated awe, with a sudden urge to kneel and submit.

A fire spark flew out abruptly from the sword tip, seemingly just a tiny flame but instantly transformed into a burning fire spear, shooting straight toward the black arrow.

"Boom!" Amidst the thunderous noise, the fire spear collided fiercely with the black arrow, exploding into a massive fireball with a diameter of ten zhang, soaring into the sky and painting the entire world crimson.

Han Yan’s face turned pale, retreating more than ten steps, her chest churning with Qi and blood, and a faint taste of blood lingered in her mouth. Because her Divine Sense was focused on the Divine Technique, the fire spear’s explosion brought a needle-like pain in her mind.

But compared to her, the opponent’s situation was even worse; the black-robed man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, controlling his body only after flying more than ten zhang, landing heavily on the ground.

The black-robed man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, kneeling on one knee, biting his teeth in pain, his eyes full of bloodshot threads.

Clearly, his mental state was also concentrated in that arrow, and its simultaneous explosion with Han Yan’s fire spear inflicted significant damage on his mind. After all, not everyone has Han Yan’s powerful Divine Sense; if Han Yan couldn’t withstand the same mental impact, others certainly couldn’t.

Under the temple, the cheers and shouts of the Temple Priest and citizens reverberated.

Han Yan herself let out a long sigh of relief; indeed, as she sensed earlier, the opponent’s arrow also contained pure power, Qi, and Spiritual Power simultaneously, but when these combined, the opponent evidently didn’t experience the same enhancement as her, only becoming stronger.

However, she managed to fully integrate these three, unleashing several times the power, and even without the Heavenly Stone lifting the Prohibition to exhibit her strongest power, she was confident she could defeat the opponent.

Moreover, the opponent’s Divine Sense was far inferior to hers; even without relying on Eight Desolate God Fall, she could exhaust the opponent to death using Nine Heavens Star Fall.

Gripping her longsword tightly, Han Yan walked confidently toward her opponent, killing intent apparent.

In the distance, the Temple Priests and citizens roared with thunderous shouts, while the bandits were apprehensive and filled with fear.

With ten steps remaining before reaching the black-robed man, Han Yan raised the Cold Sky Sword once again.

All around, everyone quieted down, awaiting the final moment.

"Do you really think you can kill me with that kind of power?" The black-robed man raised his head, slowly standing up.

Though his steps were unsteady, eyes bloodshot due to damaged Divine Sense leaving him with a grotesque and ferocious expression, his aura surged abruptly.

Wreaths of black-purple aura enveloped him, spinning around continuously as his stature seemed to grow much larger.

No need to probe with Divine Sense; Han Yan could sense that black-purple aura was markedly different from any Power of Laws found in Holy Court Continent or Divine Continent; it was frenzied, tyrannical, dark, and heavy.

The aura seemingly didn’t belong to him, merely sealed in his body by some means and released at this moment.

As the aura swirled perpetually, fresh red blood gushed from the man’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, even tearing his muscles open, flowing profusely as his visage became more pained and feral, yet his aura continued ascending.

"Not good!" Han Yan couldn’t fathom what the black-purple aura entailed, but she sensed its menace.

This aura was different from any Law in Holy Continent, yet resembled an ascendant of various Laws beyond them all.

If Han Yan were compelled to explain, this aura resembled more closely to the Sword Dao cultivated by Holy Court Knights. Han Yan had personal experience; once one comprehends their own Sword Dao, their overall power undergoes a qualitative leap.

Alarmed at the developing situation, Han Yan retreated swiftly, yet even as she did, the black-robed man had already drawn his longbow again.

"Swoosh!" The black arrow image seemed free from the constraints of time and space, so fast that even the naked eye struggled to capture, even Han Yan’s powerful Divine Sense had difficulty locking onto it.

"Eight Desolate God Fall!" Han Yan didn’t hesitate to again unleash a full-strength Sword Slash.

"Boom" The fire spear clashed head-on with the black arrow, a large swarm of fiery lights shooting through like meteors.

The fire spear exploded again, but the black arrow, though covered in injuries, didn’t shatter entirely, merely stalled in mid-air by invisible force.

"Demon Arrow, Sky Covering!" The black-robed man’s mind was once again severely impacted, his entire face twisted into unrecognizable forms, yet his bloodshot eyes still aggressively savage.

Using Divine Sense to control the arrow suspended mid-air, he spat another mouthful of blood, but the arrow still flew towards Han Yan again.

Han Yan staggered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, a tearing pain transmitted from her mind. Yet this wasn’t the time to care about her wounds; she bit the tip of her tongue sharply to regain clarity, continuing her retreat.

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