Although Mu Hanyan was wearing the same priest robe as An Xiaxin and the others, it was not embroidered with the white cloud pattern that symbolized the rank. It was obvious that she had just passed the priest assessment and was not yet an entry-level priest.

Such a small character actually dared to threaten me. He is simply ignorant and fearless.

"A mere novice priest dares to threaten our Master Long Yang. He doesn't know whether he lives or dies!" The group of followers behind Long Wudang also looked at him with contempt.

"Sir, although this girl is a little silly, she is pretty. Why don't you just take her in as a concubine?" The short attendant's eyes lit up and he said to Long Wudang with a wicked smile.

"Well, that's a good idea. They are all side rooms anyway, so one more room is one more room." Long Wudang looked Mu Hanyan up and down, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then a burst of evil light flashed.

When it comes to appearance, Mu Hanyan is absolutely stunningly beautiful, but she was so famous in the Holy Court Continent that ordinary swordsmen and sword masters could only look up to her. Who would dare to have any blasphemous thoughts towards her? Most of the practitioners with higher strength were obsessed with cultivation and had no distractions, so they only admired and respected her without any improper thoughts.

However, Long Wudang did not take Mu Hanyan's strength seriously at all, and he was frivolous, so naturally he began to have evil thoughts.

"What are you doing out? Go back!" An Xiaxin's face changed and she shouted at Mu Hanyan, while secretly giving her a look.

Despite being constantly harassed and flirted with by Long Wudang, An Xiaxin knew that no matter how she claimed to be the Left Priestess of the Flower Rain Temple, Long Wudang wouldn't dare go too far. He simply humiliated her in front of everyone, gradually forcing her into submission. But Mu Hanyan was different. Regardless of her status or strength, she had no capital to compete with Long Wudang. If Long Wudang really determined to force her to go to Tianyang City, she would not even be able to find a place to reason.

Seeing the anxiety in An Xiaxin's eyes and the look she gave him, Mu Hanyan's heart moved slightly: This Priest Zuo is not a bad person.

"Now that you're here, why go back?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan with lust and said with a strange smile, "You haven't even married yet, and you're already jealous. I like this kind of spiciness, hehe."

"That's right, don't you see who the young master is? It's a blessing she's earned in several lifetimes to be favored by the young master. Of course, she's vying to throw herself into his arms." The short little follower said with a sly smile.

Everyone around him also burst into laughter.

This was the first time in Mu Hanyan's life that she was teased like this. A cold light flashed in her eyes, revealing a murderous intent.

"Don't be anxious, young lady. After I have finished taking care of your Priest Zuo, it will naturally be your turn." Long Wudang laughed even more unscrupulously, as frivolous as he could be.

"Clang..." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out the Hanxiao Sword. Feeling her anger, the sword tip made a murderous buzzing sound.

The laughter around stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.

At this moment, Mu Hanyan's face was as cold as frost, and her stunning beauty was filled with a murderous intent. Although An Xiaxin was also known for her pure and cold beauty, she was often reserved, sometimes even giving people a sense of artificiality. Looking at Mu Hanyan, one could feel a deep and icy coldness, even afraid to look directly at her.

Just when everyone was stunned, Mu Hanyan had already slashed out with a sword.

Although he had just passed the baptism and had not yet had time to take the level assessment, Mu Hanyan herself did not know what level of strength the priest had. However, the power and energy from the soul stone were integrated into one, and it also contained a part of the Xuanhuang Qi that had just been refined, so it should not be too weak.

In addition, she possessed the pure power of a ninth-order swordsman, and if she caught him by surprise, she might not be unable to defeat a ninth-order divine priest. It was precisely because of this confidence that she stepped forward.

All his thoughts and minds were focused on this single sword strike. The brilliant sword light, like a flash of lightning, split the sky. Putting aside the actual power of this sword, the sheer imposingness alone was enough to terrify one's heart.

Long Wudang's eyelids jumped, and he felt an unprecedented fear in his heart. He involuntarily let go of An Xiaxin's hand and flew backwards.

Just as he flew backward, a red light flashed on the Hanxiao Sword, and a flame about the size of a little finger floated out.

You are not mistaken. The flame is indeed only the size of a little finger, much weaker than the flame of a candle. It floats lightly and sways in the wind, like a ghost fire floating over a lonely grave at night, making people feel suffocated.

"Fireball!" Everyone around was also stunned.

Although it is called the magic of controlling fire, it only sounds intimidating. In fact, because the power is too small, this most basic priest magic is also called fireball magic by the priests.

Mu Hanyan's sword strike had been as powerful as thunder, shocking not only Long Wudang but everyone around him. Though the Huayu Temple priests were filled with shame and indignation, hating Long Wudang, they were also deeply concerned that Mu Hanyan would kill him with a single blow, leaving them with no explanation. Long Wudang's followers, on the other hand, were worried that if he died in Huayu City, they would be unable to report him back to their duty without adequate protection. For a moment, a layer of cold sweat covered everyone's backs.

But who could have thought that there was much thunder but little rain, and that powerful sword, in the end what came out was a fireball. No, calling it a fireball was a compliment to her, it was clearly a flame spell. Looking across the entire continent of Gods, I'm afraid there is no priest who can use such a weak priest spell.

Mu Hanyan was also ashamed. She had originally planned to use the magic of controlling fire first, and then rely on the powerful strength comparable to that of a ninth-level swordsman to unexpectedly add a martial arts technique. Who knew that such a small flame would appear, and she couldn't even use the remaining tricks.

However, since it was the first time to use the priest's magic, Mu Hanyan was not too disappointed.

Long Wudang suddenly stopped, staring at the small flame slowly flying in front of him, his face instantly turning red.

The son of the chief priest of Tianyang Temple, a ninth-rank divine priest, the famous Young Master Longyang in Tianyang City, was actually scared away by a mere fireball spell... oh no, it was a flame spell. If this gets out, people will laugh at him.

"You ignorant little girl, if I don't show you how powerful I am today, you won't know which way the temple door opens." Long Wudang was furious and suddenly drew out his sword, cursing while slashing at the small flame with his sword.

Although this small flame could not hurt him at all, it would still be a great humiliation for him if he allowed it to fly in front of him.