"Xingluo, Bahuang!" Just when everyone was secretly worried about Mu Hanyan and full of sympathy, she also took action.
The cold silver light of the Hanxiao Sword shone brightly, and then turned into a dazzling red light. A burning fire spear whizzed out with the force of piercing the sky.
Amidst loud noises, the huge waves shattered in mid-air and turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, the fire spear flew towards Zhou Shucheng's chest like an arrow.
Zhou Shucheng never dreamed that the magic that he had painstakingly studied for many years to comprehend would be so easily broken by Mu Hanyan, and his mind went blank for a moment.
It was not until Huo Rou flew in front of him, bringing a wave of scorching air, that he suddenly woke up, swung his sword, and slashed at the fire spear with all his strength, while instinctively retreating quickly.
One sword, two swords, three swords… In a moment, Zhou Shucheng had already slashed out ten times, unleashing ten divine arts. Each of these arts contained his supreme understanding of the laws of water. However, the flaming spear seemed unimpeded, its momentum undiminished.
Finally, the tenth magic spell was used, and Zhou Shucheng was also sent flying out of the competition arena. Exhausted, he stood there motionless, but the fire spear was still stabbing straight towards his heart.
"It's over. I'm dead this time." The fear of death surged into Zhou Shucheng's heart, and he felt deeply sad.
Over two hundred years had passed since he became a priest, and he had endured countless trials, but this was the first time he had come so close to death, the first time he had felt so helpless, so hopeless. He had thought today would be the day he would showcase his prowess and make a name for himself, but he hadn't expected it to be his own death!
Just when Zhou Shucheng thought he was doomed, Mu Hanyan suddenly moved her feet and flew towards him, making hand gestures with her hands.
Zhou Shucheng could tell it was the hand gesture used to retract divine magic, known as the Divine Severing Technique. As the saying goes, spilled water cannot be reversed. Even if a priest's control over divine magic far surpassed a swordsman's control over the blade, it was still not easy to stop mid-sentence. Hence, the Divine Severing Technique was created.
However, the more powerful the spell, the more difficult it is to interrupt it mid-sentence. Mu Hanyan's spell was so powerful, how could it be stopped?
In just a few breaths, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Mu Hanyan's face, and her complexion turned pale.
Finally, just as the burning spear of fire touched Zhou Shucheng's chest, and he could even feel the scorching heat, Mu Hanyan made the final hand gesture.
Buzz... A violent buzzing sound came from his ears, and the fire spear seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, stopped at Zhou Shucheng's chest, and then suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of sparks and disappearing without a trace.
Zhou Shucheng's entire body was already drenched in cold sweat. Having escaped death, he felt as if the last bit of his strength had vanished, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Mu Hanyan seemed to be seriously injured, her body was shaking, and she finally managed to steady herself, but her face was still pale.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Zhou Shucheng was defeated. With his cultivation as a tenth-rank Divine Heart Priest and the one he used, which was one of the five top divine arts of the Temple of Life, he still lost.
Shocked, they couldn't help but feel a bit regretful. They'd all assumed Mu Hanyan had no chance of winning, their only concern being her survival. They hadn't considered her defeating Zhou Shucheng, and hadn't paid much attention to her divine art. Even now, they still hadn't figured out how Mu Hanyan had won, what level of strength she had reached, or what secrets lay within her divine tree.
They had never expected that Mu Hanyan would come forward to save them at the critical moment. If she had not tried her best to interrupt the magic, Zhou Shucheng would have had no chance of saving his life, and he might even have suffered serious damage to his vitality. Judging from his pale face, he probably had serious internal injuries.
Didn't she know that securing the position of Right Priest would require several fierce battles? Was it worth it to suffer serious injuries just to save Zhou Shucheng? Zhou Shucheng hadn't held back at all, clearly demonstrating a life-or-death struggle. Even if Mu Hanyan had taken his life to protect herself, it would have been understandable, and no one would have blamed her for it.
No one could understand Mu Hanyan's strength and her act of stepping forward to save him.
"Thank you, Master Priest Mu, for not killing me. I am ashamed, so ashamed." Zhou Shucheng finally recovered some strength, stood up tremblingly, and said to Mu Hanyan with gratitude and shame.
In fact, Zhou Shucheng did not want to hurt Mu Hanyan's life. He had been keeping a low profile for so many years and finally waited for the day when he could show off his talents and make a splash. It was inevitable that he would act inappropriately. Besides, he was indeed angered by Mu Hanyan's "ungratefulness" at that time, so he did not think much when he attacked.
But Mu Hanyan didn't bother with him. When he was on the verge of life and death, she saved his life at the risk of being seriously injured. How could he not feel ashamed?
"Lord Zhou, don't worry about it. We are both priests of the temple. We have no grudges in the past or hatred in the present. Why should we fight to the death for mere fame and power? Don't you think so?" Mu Hanyan said with a smile.
She had seen many people like Zhou Shucheng. They were a bit arrogant due to their age and cultivation, but they weren't inherently bad, which was why she risked her life to save him. She didn't take his arrogance to heart. After all, it wasn't easy for someone to reach such an age and cultivate for hundreds of years to achieve such a level of cultivation. She couldn't bear to kill him like that.
"Master Mu is absolutely right. I have been indifferent to fame and fortune all my life, but I didn't expect that I would fall into the rut in my old age. I was blinded by greed and almost did something wrong. Fortunately, Master Mu is incredibly powerful and has a broad mind. Not only did he not hold a grudge against me, he also saved my life at the critical moment. I, Zhou Shucheng, will remember this kindness in my heart. If Master Mu thinks highly of this old man of mine, please let me know if you can use me in the future. I will not hesitate." After hearing what Mu Hanyan said, Zhou Shucheng felt even more ashamed and bowed deeply.
At the same time, cheers rang out from the audience.
Hearing these words, everyone finally understood why Mu Hanyan risked her own injury to save Zhou Shucheng's life. As fellow temple priests, they should have a brotherly bond. Even for the position of Right Priest, they should never fight to the death. Everyone understood this principle, but how many could truly put it into practice?
Mu Hanyan was young and powerful, but she also had such a broad mind! Looking at her beautiful face, everyone was impressed and admired.
"Mu Hanyan wins this competition!" a priest acting as referee announced loudly.
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