"Let’s do this, you recite your Spirit Summoning Beast Language to me again, and I’ll explain it to you word by word, correcting any errors along the way." Seeing Xia Youchen remain silent, as if he believed what she was saying, Mu Hanyan seized the moment to speak.
She had her own Wishful Abacus in mind. Although she could understand Xia Youchen’s Spirit Summoning Beast Language, she couldn’t make heads or tails of it, let alone utilize it. Taking this chance to translate for him, wouldn’t it be the perfect opportunity to learn the Beast Taming Technique?
The title Beast Taming Sword Saint sounded prestigious. It would be impossible for Lady Mu not to be moved.
"Heh, what a Wishful Abacus you’ve got there," said Xia Youchen with a dry laugh, followed by a more sinister tone. "There’s no need for such trouble, a simple Soul Searching Technique would do the job."
Mu Hanyan’s face changed at that, she had been so caught up in the good that she had forgotten about this possibility.
The Soul Searching Technique, as the name implies, is an evil spell capable of searching for memories directly from within one’s Divine Soul. Once controlled by the Soul Searching Technique, there’d be nowhere for any secrets to hide.
The scariest part was, once afflicted by the Soul Searching Technique, the Mental State would be destroyed, yet the body would not die, becoming akin to a walking corpse.
Mu Hanyan had heard about the terrifying nature of the Soul Searching Technique in her past life but never expected Xia Youchen to know such an evil spell on top of the Beast Taming Technique.
Having already witnessed Xia Youchen’s decisiveness in killing, Mu Hanyan knew he wasn’t playing around. How could she wait for him to make a move? Sensing danger, she immediately launched a Sword Slash.
She certainly did not want to become a walking corpse, so she poured all her strength into this sword strike.
Frost Crystal danced, snowflakes filled the sky, within a radius of three yards, it was as if it had become the depth of winter, with a coldness that seemed to freeze the very air.
What was more formidable was that these specks of Frost Crystal, every single snowflake, were infused with abundant Qi, sharp as arrowheads. The source of thɪs content is N()velFire.net
The falling frost and snow turned several chunks of rock on the ground into powder.
This sword strike was certainly on par with a Low-level Sword Master.
Simultaneously with her sword strike, Mu Hanyan began to retreat, fleeing towards the crevice in the cliff.
"Brother Han Yan (Young Master Mu), hurry, hurry!" Upon seeing Mu Hanyan’s action, Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun both shouted aloud.
They had been prepared all along; the moment Mu Hanyan broke free, they would immediately push down the giant stone to seal the entrance.
The other swordsmen were equally filled with excitement and anticipation, hearts lifted to their throats.
"Fantasizing about escaping from the palm of my hand is delusional," Xia Youchen scoffed contemptuously, allowing the flurry of Heavenly Rain snow to fall upon him, erupting into clouds of mist as he pursued Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan dared not look back, issuing one full-powered Sword Slash after another.
She knew that even a force equivalent to a Low-level Knight’s full effort was unlikely to threaten Xia Youchen, but if it could just block him for a moment, it would give her a sliver of hope for escape.
Her successive full-powered sword strikes did have an effect; although Xia Youchen was not injured, his speed was hindered, keeping him at a distance from Mu Hanyan.
Closer and closer. Mu Hanyan could see the faces becoming clearer and clearer before her, her heart brimming with the hope for life. Despite the rapid consumption of Qi within her from continuous full-force strikes, causing brief lapses in her consciousness, she still mustered her last bit of strength, continuously executing Sword Slashes backward.
Just as Mu Hanyan was about to rush over, Mu Cheng and the others trembled with excitement.
However, at that moment, Xia Youchen’s figure, which seemed to have been constantly impeded by Mu Hanyan’s Sword Light, suddenly surged forward like an arrow released from a bowstring. In the blink of an eye, he positioned himself right in front of Mu Hanyan.