Was he going to concede defeat like the other priests before him? Others might do such humiliating things, but as the head priest, he could never do them.

Can neither fight nor admit defeat, what should he do? Fan Chengli was caught in a dilemma, tugging at his beard in confusion.

Mu Hanyan looked at Fan Chengli who was pulling out a handful of white beard unconsciously, and laughed in her heart. Didn't he collude with Long Aoli'er to deal with me before? Why don't you even dare to speak now? If I don't show you some power, you really think I'm easy to bully.

"It seems that Chief Priest Fan is unwilling to accept my challenge, so let's change to Chief Priest Ma." Mu Hanyan said, and turned his gaze to Ma Jingtian, the chief priest of Xiafeng Temple.

After all, she still wanted to gain a foothold in the Continent of Gods, and did not want to offend all the chief priests of the twelve temples. There was no deep hatred between them, and everything was just for the interests of their respective temples. Even if the means were a bit despicable, they were not unforgivable. Mu Hanyan was not the kind of person who would not let go even if she was right. She just wanted to teach them a lesson and scare them.

After hearing what Mu Hanyan said, Fan Chengli breathed a sigh of relief, and felt inexplicably grateful in his heart.

If Mu Hanyan hadn't given him a way out, he really didn't know what to do. He was even prepared to faint. Although fainting in this situation would be equally embarrassing, it was better than dying on the spot or admitting defeat and ruining his reputation.

Ma Jingtian was stunned for a moment, then he pulled his beard like Fan Chengli, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"It seems that Chief Priest Ma is unwilling to accept my challenge, then..." Seeing that Ma Jingtian's face was getting redder and redder due to anxiety and he was in danger of cerebral hemorrhage at any time, Mu Hanyan finally let him go and turned her gaze to the next chief priest.

The challenges came one after another, but like the two men before them, no one dared to accept the challenge. They were all in a dilemma and were forced to panic.

Fortunately, Mu Hanyan judged the situation and always let them go when they were in the most difficult situation, when they were almost mentally broken. Although it was shameful to be forced into this state by a junior, thinking about the more terrible consequences, they were all grateful to Mu Hanyan without exception.

After all, Mu Hanyan was forced to do this because of them. If they hadn't been aggressive towards her from the beginning and hadn't joined forces to make things difficult for her, how could she have ended up like this? In the final analysis, it was all their own fault.

Of course, Mu Hanyan still showed some mercy to Chu Yanghe and the other priests who had come to her rescue earlier, and deliberately omitted them. She had always been clear about gratitude and resentment, and since the other party had expressed goodwill at a critical moment, she naturally had to save some face for them.

Sensing Mu Hanyan's kindness, everyone was filled with emotion. It seemed like Mu Hanyan wasn't someone who didn't understand worldly matters. Even if that rare treasure fell into her hands, with a little discussion, they might still be able to benefit from it. Long Aoli and Ou Mingzhi's incitement to turn everyone against her was driven by selfish motives.

"It seems that no one is willing to accept the challenge. Then it's you who's left, Chief Priest Ou!" Finally, Mu Hanyan's gaze fell on Ou Dechuan.

She also knew that with so many high priests colluding to harass her, someone must have been behind the plot. As for who it was, was there any need to guess? Aside from Long Aoli and Ou Dechuan, who else had such a grudge against her? The others had absolutely no connection to her at all. Chu Yanghe had been a suspect, too, but since he'd previously tipped off the Fengcheng Temple incident, he'd apparently stopped caring and was excluded by Mu Hanyan.

Ou Dechuan had a gloomy expression and also did not speak.

"What? Chief Priest Ou doesn't dare?" Mu Hanyan pressed on.

She can let other people go, but she will never let the culprit off easily. She is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others. When it is time to be tough, she will never show mercy.

Ou Dechuan broke out in a cold sweat. Mu Hanyan had only given other high priests a hard time before letting them go, but she kept pestering him. He certainly knew what this meant.

"Master Priest Mu, your previous challenge to Master Dragon was against the rules. We can't do anything if Master Dragon insists on his own way, but I, Ou Dechuan, always lead by example and will not take the lead in disrupting the rules of the sacrificial ceremony.

"If you want to challenge me, just come to my Lingyu Temple when you're free, but not this time. Let's wait for me and the other chief priests to agree on the rules of the competition, and then we can draw lots." Ou Dechuan's eyes rolled, and he had an idea. He said to Mu Hanyan with confidence.

Mu Hanyan looked at Ou Dechuan with a sneer on her face. He actually used this method to avoid her. This old man was really cunning.

"No need to draw lots, I abstain."

"I abstain too."

"I abstain too."

…

Before Mu Hanyan could speak, the other chief priests spoke in unison.

Having barely escaped a disaster, how could they still have the heart to continue the competition? Besides, they were not stupid, so how could they not see Ou Dechuan's intentions? He was using the rules to make things difficult for them, and he wanted to drag them into it. He and Long Aoli had already dragged them into it once before, so why would they do such a stupid thing again?

In just a moment, Chu Yanghe and ten other main priests all announced their resignation and simply went off the stage, making it clear that they were unwilling to associate with Ou Dechuan anymore.

Ou Dechuan's mouth hung open, his mind still twitching. He'd originally thought he'd abstain as soon as the drawing began, saving himself from having to face Mu Hanyan and preserving his dignity. But these old men were quicker to react than the other, and before the drawing even began, everyone else had already abstained. Now, only he and Mu Hanyan were left on the stage.

Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud as she watched the old men swiftly leave the stage. They were indeed very clever. Their reactions and movements were so fast that she was caught off guard. Look at Ou Dechuan, his eyes widened after being tricked by them.

"Chief Priest Ou, the other chief priests have abdicated. Now it's just you and me. Get ready and start." Mu Hanyan pointed her sword at Ou Dechuan and said jokingly.

"You, you..." Ou Dechuan pointed at the group of traitors and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Master Ou, don't worry about them. Just get ready to fight." Mu Hanyan looked at Ou Dechuan and said with a smile.

Everyone in the audience looked at Ou Dechuan with sympathy in their eyes. They had now realized that the other officiants had reached enlightenment and were no longer willing to oppose Mu Hanyan, nor did they have the time to play along with Ou Dechuan.

"I give up." Ou Dechuan glared at Chu Yanghe fiercely, and finally said with gritted teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground.

Fainting like this? Mu Hanyan felt a little sympathetic towards Ou Dechuan. Since he was going to faint anyway, why not do it sooner? At least he could use the fainting technique to save some face. Why wait until after he admitted defeat to faint? Wouldn't that mean he would lose both his face and his foundation? Doesn't this old man look quite cunning? Why is he being so foolish now?

But she didn't know that Ou Dechuan was completely mad at those treacherous friends. He was so angry that he didn't think too much.

"We won, the High Priest won!" Behind him, Shen Yuhe cheered for the first time.