The entire square fell into complete silence. Although Long Wucuo ultimately escaped death, the streak of blood stretching over ten feet on the ground still betrayed the brutality and bloodshed of the previous battle. It was clear to everyone that Mu Hanyan had no intention of letting Long Wucuo leave the arena alive. He had only managed to survive thanks to his protective armor. Even so, being pierced through by the flaming spear must have left him severely wounded, and his cultivation base would undoubtedly have been severely damaged.
Looking at Mu Hanyan again, everyone showed a hint of fear in their eyes.
They finally understood how powerful and terrifying Mu Hanyan was. Two sword strikes, two divine arts. One move broke Long Wudang's most powerful divine art, the Death Shield, and the other shattered the legendary Chaos God Sword, even dealing a fatal blow to Long Wucuo.
Mu Hanyan's gaze swept across the entire venue, and finally fell on the remaining eleven priests on the opposite side.
"Next." Mu Hanyan's eyes swept across the eleven priests and suddenly shouted loudly.
Although her strength was stuck at a bottleneck and it was difficult to make a breakthrough, Mu Hanyan's training during this period was not in vain, and the five-colored soul bead was not wasted. Her comprehension of the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites was also not in vain. Unlike the last time when she exhausted all her spiritual power and divine consciousness when she used the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites, this time, she still had half of her strength left and could use the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites again.
Under Mu Hanyan's gaze, the remaining eleven priests all felt uneasy. The clear shout sounded like thunder in their ears, and no one even dared to look directly into Mu Hanyan's eyes.
"If anyone else wants to challenge me, stand up!" Mu Hanyan pointed his sword and shouted again.
The priests on the opposite side had wandering eyes, and none of them dared to respond.
What a joke, even the strongest among them, Long Wucuo, was defeated so miserably, with two swords - no, strictly speaking, he was already defeated when Mu Hanyan used the first sword. If it weren't for the Chaos Sword, Long Wucuo would not have the courage to fight again. Unfortunately, even if he had the Chaos Sword, what would it matter? He was defeated just the same. If he didn't have a good father and a piece of armor to protect him, he would have lost his life long ago.
They didn't have the powerful magic of Long Wudang, nor did they have armor to protect them, so how could they possibly ask for trouble? The string of blood beads was still vivid in their minds. Mu Hanyan had dared to kill even the beloved son of the dignified Tianyang High Priest, so how could she possibly show mercy to them?
Seeing their performance, Mu Hanyan finally felt relieved.
Why did she take the initiative to challenge right from the start, and why did she slap Long Wucuo? It was not to vent her anger, nor was it to give up on herself. She wanted this result.
With her strength, it is impossible for her to break out of the siege under the challenge of the twelve priests. The only way is to provoke the strongest among them, Long Wucuo, and force him to use all his strength at the beginning, and then defeat him with the force of thunder, so that he will lose the courage to fight with her.
He took the initiative right from the start, on the one hand to seize the initiative and fight with Long Wucuo first, and on the other hand, to plant the seeds of fear in the hearts of others.
Judging from the performance of the eleven priests on the opposite side, her plan was completed perfectly.
In fact, the "Chaos Sword" also greatly enhanced Mu Hanyan's performance in this battle, making everyone look up to her strength and even more afraid of her. Ling Baobao's seemingly unreliable prank actually had an unexpected effect.
"Since no one has taken the initiative to challenge me, let me choose. You, it's you." Mu Hanyan moved his wrist and pointed the sword at one of the priests.
This priest was not the strongest among the group, but judging from the cold sweat on his face and his flickering eyes, he was the one with the weakest mind.
"I, Mu, Chief Priest Mu, why me?" The priest's face turned pale in an instant and he said with some stammering.
Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud. This is nonsense. Why did they choose you? Isn't it because you look easy to bully? Judging from his stuttering question, you are even easier to bully than she thought.
"Take action!" In such a serious occasion, Mu Hanyan had to maintain her image of being powerful, cruel and terrifying in their minds. Of course, she would not laugh out loud. She said with an arrogant, cold and murderous look on her face.
The other priests did not laugh either. Although they felt that this person was a bit shameful, after seeing the battle just now, they were also nervous in their hearts. If they were chosen by Mu Hanyan, their performance would definitely not be much better than this person.
The priest looked at Mu Hanyan helplessly, then at the chief priests on the stage, and then at his colleagues around him. His expression was extremely sad, and the hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.
Seeing his pitiful appearance as if he was about to be executed, Mu Hanyan felt even more determined.
Holding the hilt, the Hanxiao Sword slowly unsheathed, and her expression became even colder.
"I surrender, I surrender." Seeing the ruthless murderous intent in Mu Hanyan's eyes, the priest's last shred of defense was finally broken, and he shouted in a trembling voice. Then, too embarrassed to face everyone again, he jumped off the competition stage and turned away.
Seeing him admit defeat and run away so spinelessly, everyone in the audience was so surprised that they were stunned for a while, and then they reacted and booed.
To be honest, the strength of this priest is not weak among the remaining eleven people. In fact, there is no weak person who can stand on the stage. Regardless of their status and strength, they are all the best in the major temples. Even if he knew that he was no match for Mu Hanyan, he should at least fight a few moves and then admit defeat after he was really defeated. Who knew that he didn't even have the courage to fight and just admitted defeat directly. Doesn't he feel ashamed?
The priest, of course, heard the boos behind him, but he didn't take it seriously. What's the point of losing face? As long as he doesn't lose his life! He wanted to trade blows with Mu Hanyan for a few moves before gracefully admitting defeat. But Long Wucuo's fate was right before his eyes. One move, just one, and he was severely injured and vomiting blood. He probably had the armor protecting him, otherwise he might not even have had the chance to draw the Chaos Sword.
He didn't think Mu Hanyan would be in such a good mood to fight a few moves with him to save his face. He was afraid that one move would cost him his life.
He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die.
"Next, you!" Mu Hanyan ignored the priest who fled from the battlefield and pointed his sword at another one.
Now is the time to strike while the iron is hot. We must completely destroy the enemy's will to fight in one go and never let them recover.
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