Seeing the determination in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Ye Yian shook his head and sighed secretly. As a former deacon of the Holy Court, he certainly knew the arrogance of saints, and the saint in front of him was probably the same.

But no matter how arrogant you are, you should know your priorities. Haven't you heard that people have to bow their heads under the eaves? You are still too young, too young.

While Ye Yian was sighing, he also secretly made a decision that if this Saint could not hold on, he would protect her even if it cost him his life.

Mu Hanyan didn't know what Ye Yian was thinking. Her mind was highly concentrated and her hand gently grasped the Hanxiao Sword.

This was her first battle since arriving in the Continent of Gods. Although the opponent's strength was as weak as an ant if measured by the standards of the Holy Court Continent, don't forget that she was now suppressed to the point where she was only left with the strength of a fifth-level swordsman. What's worse, this strength cannot be used easily unless she is prepared to kill and silence someone.

Therefore, even when facing an ant, Mu Hanyan still did not show any carelessness. Never underestimate any opponent, this is also her consistent belief.

"Mu Hanyan, die!" Kang Zihe pinched the sword gesture and slashed out again.

A flash of fire shot out from the sword, forming a burning fireball that flew towards Mu Hanyan's head, much faster than before.

A sinister smile appeared on his face. Although he didn't know how Mu Hanyan had escaped the disaster just now, he simply didn't believe that she could ignore his priest's magic again and again.

And since she has not yet become a temple priest, she naturally cannot perform decent priest magic, let alone pose any threat to him. As long as he keeps attacking her, he will eventually drag her to death!

Having made up his mind, he made a second hand gesture without waiting for the fireball to fly in front of Mu Hanyan, and hummed softly. The second flame gradually appeared on the sword.

At this moment, Mu Hanyan suddenly swung her sword, and her expression became extremely solemn.

"Pretending!" Kang Zihe sneered contemptuously.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

A fiery red light suddenly flashed on Mu Hanyan's snow-cold sword, and then a fireball shot out from the sword and collided violently with the oncoming fireball.

With a loud "bang", a ball of fire shot up into the sky, casting thousands of streams of light, as if someone was setting off fireworks in broad daylight.

"What's going on?" Kang Zihe was shocked. The fireball released by Mu Hanyan was as powerful as his priest's magic. The strangest thing was that the aura in it was so familiar.

Just when Kang Zihe was distracted, Mu Hanyan suddenly came forward.

Kang Zihe felt his vision blur and subconsciously reached out to block it, but it was too late. He felt a pain in his wrist and the sword fell to the ground. Then, a fist as beautiful as jade appeared before his eyes, constantly getting bigger and bigger. He could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from it.

But the next moment, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Two streams of blood spurted out of his nose, his head was spinning, and Kang Zihe fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour of punches and kicks fell on him. Although he felt very embarrassed and humiliated, he still couldn't help but let out a scream like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

"Aren't you going to test my strength? Get up, get up and try it. How dare you bully me? You don't know whether you live or die." Miss Mu punched and kicked Kang Zihe, cursing with resentment.

Even she herself couldn't remember how long it had been since she had fought with someone like this. It seemed that ever since Huayue and Zirong came to her side, she no longer had the opportunity to get involved in such rough and tiring work.

It has been a long time since she had exercised like this. Every time she exercised occasionally, Sister Mu felt relaxed all over, and even the depression in her chest was relieved a lot.

In reality, she didn't want to do such rough and tiring work, but there was no other way. Although she could use the Xuanhuang Qi to fuse the power of Kangzi and the previous fireball, she could still catch Kangzi off guard by using his own tactics, but she would also be injured, just like when she faced the Slate Pig before.

This method is fine if used once or twice, but if used too often, she might be seriously injured and die before anyone else can take action.

Unable to utilize her fifth-rank swordsmanship, Mu Hanyan's only remaining power was pure strength. Ever since acquiring the bracelet, her strength had increased exponentially. While this pure strength had limited effectiveness as her strength grew, often rendering it useless, it was a significant help at this time.

Mu Hanyan had long discovered that although Mu Tu and others had no cultivation, their physical strength was much stronger than that of the common people of the Holy Court Continent, comparable to low-level swordsmen. In other words, as long as she did not use the sword skills unique to the Holy Court Continent and simply used her strength, she would never arouse others' suspicion.

Kang Zihe's priestly magic looked powerful, but when it came to close combat, how could he compare to Mu Hanyan, who had been practicing swordsmanship since childhood? The moment he lost focus, he was knocked to the ground by Mu Hanyan.

However, Mu Hanyan knew her own affairs best. Once Kang Zihe recovered, she would definitely not be his opponent unless she wanted to reveal her identity.

Taking advantage of your illness, I will kill you! At this time, Mu Hanyan would certainly not hold back at all.

All the close combat techniques from past and present lives were unleashed upon Kang Zihe without pause, targeting his most vulnerable parts, those most sensitive to pain and those most vulnerable to resistance. The moves were so sinister, so despicable, so vicious, they sent shockwaves through the heart. They even included some vicious moves learned from Hua Yue Zirong. In the past, Miss Mu might have dismissed these tactics as too filthy, but now she simply couldn't be bothered.

Amidst the heart-wrenching screams, Kangzi and the pretty boy with greasy hair and powdered face had completely turned into pig heads at some point, and even his own mother might not be able to recognize them.

A dead silence fell all around. Looking at Miss Mu, who was punching and kicking with all her might, and then looking at Kang Zihe, who had long since turned into a pig's head on the ground, everyone was terrified. Why hadn't they seen before that this delicate and beautiful girl could be so fierce! So cruel! So vicious! So despicable! So...

Even the guards that Kang Zihe brought with him were completely terrified. Seeing Sister Mu's brutal and vicious moves, no one dared to step forward to stop her.