But he never dreamed that the flame did not turn into a fire spear as before, but disappeared with a light sound like a fart, and then Mu Hanyan's fist landed on his nose.
Shouldn't a contest between priests be a test of divine power? How could such a fight be used? How could this woman be so cunning and despicable! When Mu Hanyan's fists and feet rained down on Ou Mingzhi, Ou Mingzhi felt only deep sorrow and helplessness.
Mu Hanyan herself felt quite sad. If possible, she would have loved to defeat Ou Mingzhi cleanly and swiftly with a single, earth-shattering priestly spell. After all, it was unladylike for a girl to resort to punches and kicks. But there was no other way. Just like the Nine Heavens Starfall and the Eight Desolations Starfall, the newly mastered Eight Desolations Divine Meteorite consumed an astonishing amount of spiritual energy. After just one use, almost all of her spiritual energy was depleted.
"Almost" was because she later emitted a small flame, proving that the previous move hadn't completely consumed all of her spiritual energy, leaving a little bit behind. Of course, this little bit of spiritual energy was useless to Miss Mu, so it would be better to just use it up, at least to avoid such embarrassment.
The only thing to be thankful for was that, although her spiritual power was almost exhausted, she was not as exhausted and powerless as before. She still possessed a powerful strength no less than that of a ninth-level swordsman, and she also possessed the martial arts skills she had comprehended from the Eight Desolate Divine Falls.
"Ah..." After a brief moment of self-pity and sorrow, the piercing pain finally flooded into his mind, and Ou Mingzhi let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Young Master!" The priests under his command finally woke up from their dreams. They drew out their swords, made hand gestures, and launched a series of divine arts of different colors at Mu Hanyan.
This time, before Ling Baobao could make a move, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan stood behind Mu Hanyan.
Although they are not as strong as Ou Mingzhi, they are still the three great priests of the Huayu Temple. Their strength is still much stronger than Ou Mingzhi's followers.
The three of them chanted softly as their long swords swept across their bodies. The attacking divine arts were like stones sinking into the sea, disappearing in an instant.
"Are you shameless? You are bullying the minority with your numbers, right?" Ling Baobao appeared out of nowhere, swung his turtle shell and smashed it hard on the head of a young priest.
The young priest rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Ling Baobao, however, was not so easily subdued. He rushed forward with the turtle shell in his hand and began smashing things around, cursing as he did so: "I'll let you bully me, I'll let you bully me. Do you really think we in the Flower Rain Temple are easy to bully?"
The young priest was hit on the head and bleeding, and the blood splashed on Ling Baobao's face, making him look even more brutal.
"Who is bullying whom here?" An Xiaxin grew up in the Huayu Temple and had never seen such a violent scene. She said in fear. Turning her head, she saw excitement in the eyes of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan. It was very unfamiliar and strange, which made her feel deeply uneasy.
Not to mention her, even Ou Mingzhi's followers had never seen such a situation before. Seeing their companions being hit on the head and bleeding, they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.
They had seen many fights between priests—whirlwinds dancing, icicles shooting, fire dragons soaring into the sky—but how could there be such fistfights and kicks, blood splattering everywhere? How was this any different from a fight between untouchables?
"Help... Help!" The poor priest uttered a weak cry.
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