Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 172: Chapter 45: Sword Intention Manifests and

Shocks all Demons, Phoenix Learns about the Death News, Confronting the Old Demon_3

Translator: 549690339

Monk Fu Hu studied the teachings of the Future Buddha.

His Immaculate Buddha Eye was a divine skill gifted by the Future Buddha, allowing him to sense impending danger.

Merely sensing it, however.

He was not entirely sure what the danger was.

“By my order, kill all devil cultivators you encounter without question!”

Yu Qinghan looked at the chaotic Jinzhou City, gripping her halberd tightly, her face impassive as she issued the command.

“Yes!”

The surrounding Changning Iron Cavalry soldiers heard the order, tapped their shields, and responded.

“Clatter! ”

Many horses surged forward, unstoppable, with the cold gleam of the long spears in their hands.

Yu Qinghan did not idle.

She held her long halberd and leaped high into the air from her horse.

“Ding! ”

Her halberd struck the zround, and the zreen slatestone shattered, and soil

was thrown up, cracking in layers as it rushed towards the devil cultivators nearby.

A domineering halberd qi burst from the ground, tearing one devil cultivator to shreds.

Yu Qinghan plunged into the devil cultivators, her halberd conjuring wind and vigorous qi shot out, like a war goddess brought to life.

Qi-refining cultivators died upon contact, while those at the Initiation Stage were left with but a breath.

The swing of her halberd was grand and fierce, unparalleled in prowess.

There was no need for the surrounding soldiers or Monks Cang Long and Fu

Hu to make a move.

With her alone, she killed every devil cultivator on the street.

Even her blue dress was free of bloodstains.

“Amitabha, sins, sins.”

Monk Fu Huts plump face seemed unable to bear the sight of the dead bodies; he closed his eyes and whispered prayers, performing soul deliverance rituals for the deceased.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed.

On the ground, Yu Qinghan saw a sky-high white light that enveloped the entire Jinzhou City.

The entire city wall trembled.

The sky above brightened, illuminating the dim city walls.

“What is this? Sword qi?”

Yu Qinghan’s eyes narrowed; her vision was filled with white light, embodying a presence as if wanting to eradicate all evil at once.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

What had happened in Jinzhou City?

“What a strong sword Intention!”

Monk Fu Hu’s sharp senses caught the source of the white light at once.

“Sword Intention…”

While Yu Qinghan pondered, she received a report from a soldier up ahead.

“General, we’ve found Princess Xiang Yun ahead with a faint pulse!”

Hearing this news, Yu Qinghan could no longer remain calm and immediately said:

“Take me there quickly!”

“Yes!”

Yu Qinghan was very anxious on the way.

Her husband and Xiang Yun were together; nothing must happen to the two of them!

She quickly arrived at the scene.

It was a collapsed tavern ruin.

Pei Xiangyun was covered in dust, her pretty face full of filth, her lips pale as she lay collapsed near the ruins, seemingly severely injured and unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

Yu Qinghan immediately went up, cradled her little sister in her arms, and poured abundant magic power into Pei Xiangyun’s body.

“Cough!”

In no time, Pei Xiangyun’s eyelids twitched, and she slowly woke up.

When she saw the person in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes once more, and she cried out:

“Big sister!”

“Wuuwuuwuu!”

She then flung herself into Yu Qinghan’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yu Qinghan whispered comfortingly, then looked around with her phoenix eyes and didn’t see the figure of her husband. She asked with a frown:

“Where is your brother-in-law?”

Hearing this, Pei Xiangyun cried even harder.

Seeing her like this, Yu Qinghan’s heart tightened, her fists clenched and she softly said:

“Quickly tell me, where is your brother-in-law.”

Pei Xiangyun, crying like a waterlogged person, trembled and stuttered :

“Big sister… he’s dead!”

“What did you say!”

Yu Qinghan’s pupils contracted as her entire expression froze, looking as if she had lost her soul.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, crashing down on her heart.

Her husband was dead…

How could this be?

How could it be!

Her husband was so powerful; how could he be dead!

Yu Qinghan just stood there on the ground, lost in thought.

For a moment, she couldn’t believe it.

Show the living and the dead their corpses.

Based on just Pei Xiangyun’s words, she didn’t want to believe this news.

“What exactly happened?”

Yu Qinghan inquired.

Tearfully, Pei Xiangyun explained: “An old devil came to the shop, and he… he demanded to see my brother-in-law, threatening… threatening me, using me. Brother-in-law was chased by him and then… ‘

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When Yu Qinghan said this word, her whole demeanor changed. Her phoenix eyes revealed chilling coldness and overwhelming murderous intent.

During their conversation,

“He’s coming.”

Monk Fu Hu, who was high up, solemnly said the words and immediately floated into the sky.

And stared at the old man who was slowly approaching from the distance.

Monk Cang Long’s face turned serious as he held up the silver ring around his neck.

Yu Qinghan, with support from Pei Xiangyun, slowly stood up and looked towards the figure at the end of the street.

An elderly man wearing a purple robe, with a head of white hair, his face filled with a deep and meaningful smile, said:

“I didn’t expect such an unexpected surprise.”

Yu Qinghan, noticing the expressions on the two monks’ faces, sensed something was wrong and frowned as she asked:

“What’s wrong?”

“This old man is very powerful.”

“How powerful?”

“His strength is unfathomable, like a vast ocean.” Monk Fu Hu answered with a heavy tone.

“Run.”

Monk Cang Long’s silver ring grew larger, hovering over his head, and then he uttered those words.

“We’ll stall him.”