Given the power of Long Wucuo's Death Shield, it would not be easy for her to defeat him. Even if she was lucky enough to win, both of them would most likely suffer losses. How could the other priests be afraid of her? How could they surrender without a fight? Did they really think they were scared?
Childish, so childish! They were initially a little uneasy when Mu Hanyan's eyes swept over them, but now they realized that they had actually overestimated Mu Hanyan.
Not only them, but even the other priests who understood Mu Hanyan's intentions couldn't help but snort. This Mu Hanyan was still too young. Did she really think that the priests of the various halls were nothing but mud, to be molded as she pleased?
"Mu Hanyan, I was originally planning to let you win a couple of matches first, but since you're so intent on humiliating yourself, I'll grant your wish." Long Wucuo had originally planned to discuss sending a few people to weaken her strength, but he was surprised that she chose him first. However, relying on the power of the Death Shield, he didn't take Mu Hanyan seriously at all. He sneered at her words and stepped out from the crowd to the center of the competition stage.
"Long Wucuo, it seems that the slap I gave you yesterday was not enough. You still don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick." Mu Hanyan flew down, stood in front of Long Wucuo, and said sarcastically.
"Bitch, you're about to die, yet you still dare to act so arrogant!" That slap yesterday was the greatest humiliation in Long Wucuo's life. Whenever he thought of it, he gritted his teeth in hatred. Mu Hanyan mentioned it again, clearly rubbing her wounds with ugliness, and Long Wucuo immediately flew into a rage.
"Pa!" Another loud slap landed on his face.
According to the rules of the priest competition, they must first greet each other, then retreat to a certain distance, and wait for the referee to announce the start before they can attack. This is also because the attack range of divine arts is longer than that of sword skills. Therefore, Long Wucuo was completely unprepared for Mu Hanyan to attack, and was slapped again.
"How dare you insult this chief priest? Yesterday I said he was disrespectful, abusive, and slanderous to me, but you didn't believe me. Now you believe it, right?" Mu Hanyan spread her hands and said to the chief priests on the stage.
"Chief Priest Mu, there is no distinction between high and low priesthood in the competition between priests. Aren't you going too far by doing this?" Long Aoli said angrily. He slapped him yesterday and slapped him again today. Isn't this a slap on Long Wucuo's face? It's clearly a slap on his face, Long Aoli's face?
"But hasn't the competition started yet? According to what the chief priest said, when I fight you, I can curse and insult you at will, even if it means cursing your ancestors for eighteen generations?" Mu Hanyan said righteously.
Long Aoli was choked speechless by her words. Although there was indeed no distinction between high and low priesthood in the competition between priests, and everything was based on strength, there was actually still a minimum of respect. What Long Wucuo said just now was indeed inappropriate.
Mu Hanyan's question was too harsh, and he couldn't admit it. Otherwise, one day when he fought with someone, he might be cursed by them for eighteen generations.
This brat, who used to seem quite cunning, how could he become so impatient? This time, Mu Hanyan had really caught him. Everyone heard the word "bitch" clearly. He couldn't continue to argue and could only glare at Long Wucuo fiercely.
"Both parties should salute and step back ten steps each." Long Aoli simply took over the duties of the priest and gave orders to the two.
Mu Hanyan and the other person each retreated backwards, and there was no need to salute.
"Start." As soon as the two arrived at the designated location, Long Aoli gave the order.
"Shield of Death." Long Wucuo roared and directly used his most powerful magic.
I saw flashes of silver light, revealing a strong murderous intent, and quickly condensed into a huge pointed shield, flying towards Mu Hanyan.
Although it was not the first time that people saw Long Wucuo's killer move, the audience still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
After comparing it with yesterday's Death Shield, they realized that Long Wucuo had been holding back before and had not exerted his full strength, but at this moment, he was truly giving it his all.
The scene of Fang Donglai's tragic death seemed to reappear before their eyes. Everyone knew that Mu Hanyan would most likely not be able to walk down the competition stage alive this time. After all, Fang Donglai practiced the laws of the earth, and his defense was strong enough to compete with the chief priests. But even so, he could not withstand the reserved death shield of Long Wucuo. Even if Mu Hanyan was strong, could he still be far stronger than the chief priests?
Gao Weihu, Long Wudang, and Chu Yanghe, who sat alongside the other officiating priests, all frowned deeply. Whether motivated by self-interest or genuine desire, none of them wanted Mu Hanyan to die on the stage. Seeing Long Wucuo unleash his full-strength Death Shield, they subconsciously worried for her.
No one noticed that the corners of Mu Hanyan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, a smile of fulfillment.
Was he going to use his strongest divine power right away? This was exactly what Mu Hanyan hoped to see, and it was also the real purpose of her slap.
"Eight Wastelands, the God Falls!" Mu Hanyan shouted softly, and a lush green light flashed on the long sword.
As Mu Hanyan's sword slashed across, the green light floated out, like a green mist, covering the light shield full of murderous intent.
However, upon seeing this scene, the chief priests headed by Long Aoli laughed disdainfully, and the priests in the audience shook their heads secretly. The worries in the eyes and faces of Gao Weihu, Long Wudang and Chu Yanghe also became more intense.
They are not priests like Mu Hanyan who became monks halfway through their studies. They are very clear about the principles of mutual generation and restraint between the laws and magic. Obviously, Mu Hanyan's magic uses the law of life, and the law of life and the law of death do restrain each other, but who restrains whom is not absolute. It depends on the strength of both sides. As long as the strength is slightly higher by half a point, this restraint will be multiplied, and that half a point of strength difference may also turn into an absolute advantage or disadvantage.
The murderous intent emanating from Long Wucuo's Shield of Death was so powerful and fierce that not only the audience below, but even the high priests on the stage felt tremendous pressure. On the other hand, although Mu Hanyan used the Law of Life with ease, her power was obviously insufficient. The two sides were simply not on the same level.
It would be fine if she used other laws. Even if they were weaker, she might still be able to resist. But unfortunately, she used the law of life. This disadvantage would be magnified exponentially, and it would be impossible for her to resist the Shield of Death.
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