Long Wudang and Zhuge Qiu's already pale faces grew even paler, practically inhuman. Though severely wounded by Xiang Qiuzhan, they felt a deep sense of relief. If Xiang Qiuzhan hadn't happened to invade Huayu City at this very moment, they would have inevitably fought Mu Hanyan. If this divinely bestowed might had been directed at them instead of the bandits... they could think of no other possibility except death.
Even the two of them were like this, and the other accompanying priests were even more so. When they saw Mu Hanyan, whose black priest robes fluttered in the wind and whose expression was solemn and dignified, their eyes were filled with awe and fear.
As expected of one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods, no matter how dilapidated it was, not just anyone could step on it! Amidst their feelings, they also felt a deep sense of regret. If they had known the outcome would be like this, they would never have ventured into this mess.
"Qiu Mie!" A heart-wrenching cry came from the city gate.
Xiang Qiuzhan, he was not dead. Although he was covered in blood, through his torn clothes, one could still see his flesh and blood, and even his bones. But he was still standing under the city gate, holding the huge sword tightly in his hand.
How is this possible! Not only the others, but even Mu Hanyan was shocked.
Hundreds of bandits died under the divine power. Not only did their flesh and blood turn into nothingness in an instant, but even their weapons disappeared. However, Xiang Qiuzhan did not die.
Although Mu Hanyan had never personally experienced the might of this divinely bestowed power, she had, when she activated the formation just now, immersed her mind within it, and could sense it to some extent. Honestly, even with her peak Great Swordsmanship at her peak, she would likely not be able to escape unscathed from the power of this formation. Unless one's strength exceeded that of a fifth-rank Great Swordsman, it would be difficult to survive this divinely bestowed power. In other words, on the Divine Continent, unless one's strength exceeded that of a fifth-rank Divine Heart Priest, the same fate would befall them.
Even though Xiang Qiuzhan had just dealt Zhuge Qiu a heavy blow, Mu Hanyan still found it hard to believe he possessed such strength. Just as there was a fundamental difference between a swordsman and a swordsman, the same was true between a Divine Heart Priest and a Spiritual Priest. Zhuge Qiu, while certainly capable, was only a tenth-tier Spiritual Priest. If Xiang Qiuzhan truly possessed strength exceeding that of a fifth-tier Divine Heart Priest, Zhuge Qiu would have been far more than simply a grievous wound.
Mu Hanyan's gaze lingered on Xiang Qiuzhan's heavy sword, which was as black as ink but faintly emitted a faint blue light. The other bandits and their weapons all turned into nothingness, but the huge sword in his hand was completely intact, without even a tiny crack visible.
Could it be because of this sword? Mu Hanyan couldn't think of any other possibility.
"Qiumie, big brother will avenge you. Just watch carefully, big brother will avenge you right away!" Just as Mu Hanyan was secretly guessing, Xiang Qiuzhan suddenly knelt down on the ground.
"Kill! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!" Xiang Qiuzhan suddenly stood up and rushed towards Mu Hanyan.
"Kill! Avenge our brothers and kill everyone in Huayu City!" The remaining hundreds of bandits also turned around with bloodshot eyes and rushed into the city.
Although most of the bandits had been killed by the power of God, there were still two or three hundred people who survived by chance. At this time, they roared in unison and galloped on their horses, still full of murderous aura.
No one expected that these bandits were so ferocious. Seeing more than half of their companions die tragically on the spot, they not only did not run away, but also dared to counterattack.
Long Wudang was trembling with fear. As the son of the Tianyang Temple's chief priest, he'd lived a life of luxury, if not luxury. He'd never seen anything like this. The Red Charcoal Cloud Beast's massive hooves trod across the ground, each blow a blow to his heart. His fragile heart threatened to burst from his chest.
He regretted it. Long Wudang really regretted it. Wasn't the lesson from last time enough? He actually wanted revenge. Wasn't this just asking for death? Long Wudang wanted to slap himself hard a few times.
Of course, it was too late to regret now. Long Wudang quickly took out a handful of pills with trembling hands, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them hard, hoping to recover his strength quickly to escape from Huayu City. He didn't want to stay in this terrible place any longer.
Mu Hanyan knew why this group of bandits led by Xiang Qiuzhan had given even the five great temples a headache. They were so fierce and well-trained that they could definitely be compared with the elite armies of the Holy Court Continent that had been through many battles. How could they be compared with a mob like the Blood Wind Bandits?
With a clear whistle, Mu Hanyan rushed towards Xiang Qiuzhan.
These bandits are fierce, but after all, there are only two or three hundred of them left. Mu Tu and others can still deal with them for the time being. Don't forget that they also possess the power of dominance. Although they are not as good as Mu Hanyan, ordinary priests may not be able to gain any advantage against them.
As she flew out, Mu Hanyan threw Liuguang, who was still sleeping soundly, out. There was no time to wake it up at this time. She just hoped that the bandits' roars would be louder so that they could wake it up.
Mu Hanyan's mind was locked on Xiang Qiuzhan. Even though Xiang Qiuzhan was seriously injured at the moment, the giant sword gave Mu Hanyan an instinctive sense of danger. If anyone else faced him, they would only die.
"She actually dared to fight with Xiang Qiuzhan!" Long Wudang finally recovered some strength and looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.
Instead of using such a powerful defensive formation, Mu Hanyan insisted on fighting Xiang Qiuzhan head-on. Either he was out of his mind, or he was too excited about the victory. Well... the latter was even worse than being out of his mind.
How could he know that Mu Hanyan had no choice but to do this. Although the God-given power had been repaired, the materials used were still a little inferior. Not only was the power slightly insufficient, but the cooling time was also a little too long. Therefore, apart from a head-on fight, Mu Hanyan actually had no better choice.
"Okay, okay, you actually dare to come to my door!" Seeing Mu Hanyan coming towards him, a trace of blood flashed in Xiang Qiuzhan's eyes, cruel and ferocious.
The Qiu Mie he was referring to was his younger brother, his only relative in this world. Seeing his brother die under the divine might, one could imagine the hatred he harbored for Mu Hanyan. If Mu Hanyan had hidden behind the priests' guards, refusing to confront him head-on, it would have been troublesome. After all, he was severely wounded and already at the end of his strength. But she had actually taken the initiative to confront him, which was exactly what he wanted.
Xiang Qiuzhan was determined to avenge his brother even at the cost of his own life!
"The devil dragon is born, and the sword destroys the world!"
"Eight Desolations...The God Falls!" The two men swung out their swords almost at the same time.
A small flame floated out from Mu Hanyan's sword.
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