"Then how should we settle the account for injuring the guards of my Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.

"They are just two guards. They are no different from untouchables in front of the honorable priest. Do you think the chief priest should stand up for them?" Ou Mingzhi frowned and said disdainfully.

Given his status, it was already quite impressive that he could condescend to apologize to Mu Hanyan. Even his followers found it strange that Mu Hanyan was so ungrateful. Could it be that two guards, no more than a lowly name, were demanding an apology from the Young Master of the Ou Clan?

Ou Mingzhi felt a little angry.

"Perhaps to you, guards are no different from untouchables, but in the Huayu Temple, we are friends, partners, and even relatives. Not only guards, but also the people in the city are the same." Mu Hanyan said with a serious face.

An Xiaxin and the others were slightly moved by Mu Hanyan's words. Due to the decline of Huayu Temple over the years, the original priests and even the city's civilians had left their homes and gone their separate ways. With only a few people left, they relied on each other for survival, and naturally, there was no distinction between high and low. This was evident from the fact that the city's civilians were flocking to the temple to watch the excitement.

So, just as Mu Hanyan had said, An Xiaxin and the others didn't treat the guards as servants, and in their minds, the common people were definitely not pariahs. However, Mu Hanyan had only been at the Flower Rain Temple for a short time, and upon arrival, she had been chosen by the three high priests to be the chief priest. If it were any other person, they would have inevitably developed a sense of arrogance and looked down upon the guards and common people. Who would have thought she would have such a thought? It actually touched the priests.

As for the guards, they were so moved that their eyes were filled with tears, and the common people were no exception.

"What a friend! As a temple priest, he actually disregarded his status and associated with the untouchables. No wonder the Flower Rain Temple has fallen to this point today." Ou Mingzhi said with disdain. "From what you said, do you want me to apologize to them?"

"No, why should I apologize? I can't eat or drink." Mu Hanyan shook her head.

"Then what do you want to do?" Ou Mingzhi asked.

"Whoever hurts them, I will return the favor. If one of our people hurts his left hand, I will hurt his left hand. If he hurts his right hand, I will hurt his right hand. By the way, I will collect some interest." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.

"What? What did you say?!"

Not only Ou Mingzhi and others, but even An Xiaxin and others were stunned.

Seeing Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming injured by Ou Mingzhi and others, they were also filled with anger, but they also knew that no matter in strength or status, the current Huayu Temple could not compete with the Lingyu Temple. When it comes to personal strength, none of them can be Ou Mingzhi's opponent, so in their opinion, Mu Hanyan being able to force the other party to apologize is already the best result, and it is enough to maintain the dignity of Huayu Temple.

Who knew that Mu Hanyan didn't want an apology at all, she wanted a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.

"Outrageous! Do you know who you are talking to?"

"My young master thinks highly of you and gives you some face, but you really think you are so important and don't know how high the sky and how deep the earth are." Ou Mingzhi's followers finally came to their senses and said with a sneer.

"This woman is clearly out of her mind. Young Master, why bother talking to her? If she dares to complain again, just kill her." Someone else cursed and shouted.

"Mu Hanyan, I'm giving you face, but do you really think I'm afraid of you? I want to see how you're going to pay me back today and how you're going to get the interest back?" Ou Mingzhi finally got angry.

Although Mu Hanyan gave him an unprecedented intuition of danger, he was only an eighth-rank divine priest after all. How could he truly be afraid of her? He even felt that apologizing to two untouchables was a great humiliation, so there was no way he would be threatened by her.

As he spoke, Ou Mingzhi walked towards Wen Gaoren.

"Okay, then you can take a look." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out the sword.

"Buzz!" The sound of sword and dragon roar followed.

"Good sword!" Ou Mingzhi praised in his heart.

With his background and vision, he could tell at a glance that Mu Hanyan's sword was a rare divine weapon, and it was even possible that it was a divine weapon.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt more relaxed. His previous intuition of danger must have been due to this divine sword. Otherwise, with her cultivation as an eighth-rank divine priest, how could she have made him feel uneasy?

Thinking of this, Ou Mingzhi couldn't help but laugh at himself. Why did he become more and more timid? If he had known that her confidence came from this magic sword, why would he lower his status and talk so much nonsense to her?

"Looking for death!" Ou Mingzhi snorted coldly and slashed at Mu Hanyan with a sword.

But possessing a good sword, she actually dared to threaten him. This Mu Hanyan was simply ignorant and fearless. At this moment, Ou Mingzhi wished he could carve the words "contempt and disdain" on his forehead.

It's no wonder that he had such an idea. Just like in the Holy Court Continent, the priests of the Continent of Gods also rely on long swords to release divine arts. A good sword, especially a sword of extremely high quality, is very beneficial to improving combat power, but this is always the end. One's own cultivation is the foundation. The stronger the strength, the greater the power of the sword.

In his opinion, Mu Hanyan was only an eighth-rank divine priest after all. No matter how high the quality of the longsword in her hand was, even if it was truly a divine artifact, how much power could she unleash? Although he was only a ninth-rank divine priest, his true combat power was far from simple. The sword he used was also a family heirloom. Even if it was not a divine artifact, it could be called a semi-divine artifact. With the help of this sword, he had never encountered an opponent below the tenth rank.

Mu Hanyan dared to act arrogantly in front of him with just a good sword. Not only was she ignorant and fearless, she was actually asking for humiliation.

"Eight Desolations...The Fall of God!" Mu Hanyan certainly saw Ou Mingzhi's disdain, but she didn't take it to heart at all. She concentrated all her attention and swung out with her sword.

This was the first time she used this sword, and she herself didn't know how powerful it was. In addition, Ou Mingzhi could easily seriously injure Wen Gaoren, who was also a ninth-level divine priest, so Mu Hanyan did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

I have to say that the name of this sword is quite domineering. Although they do not believe that she has the strength to compete with their young master, when they heard the name of Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite, the expressions of Ou Mingzhi and his followers became serious.

Ou Mingzhi of Feng also somewhat put away his contempt. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword made a clear whistling sound. Wind blades pierced through the sword, forming a highly condensed whirlwind, sweeping towards Mu Hanyan.