Under the sunlight, tiny cracks appeared on the mirror-like sword body and spread rapidly.
"Crack, crack, crack..." With a series of crisp sounds, the long sword shattered like an ice cube that was hit hard, fell to the ground, and made a series of crisp tinkling sounds.
"Ah... my sword, my Chengfeng Sword!" Kong Renhe was completely petrified. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Mu Hanyan's face showed that cunning smile again.
She had originally prepared for both sides to suffer losses and advance through a narrow victory, but Kong Renhe backfired and insisted on asking for trouble. How could she be polite to him?
In those hundreds of strikes, she had unleashed her martial arts to the utmost, each one delivering her strongest blow, striking the Wind-Climbing Sword at its weakest point. The Wind-Climbing Sword wasn't superior to the Frost Sky Sword in quality; at its peak, it was a match. But having been damaged for years and only recently repaired, how could it withstand such a barrage of blows? It would be a miracle if it didn't shatter.
This time, Kong Renhe completely lost the chance to compete with her.
Although such a fine sword was destroyed in her hands, Mu Hanyan didn't feel the slightest bit of pain. After all, it wasn't hers, so why should she feel sad? She still had two more competitions to go, and she didn't want any more accidents to happen.
"Sir Kong, do you want to compete or not? If not, please leave. I'm in a hurry." Mu Hanyan said to Kong Renhe.
"You...you..." Kong Renhe looked at Mu Hanyan with bloodshot eyes, his whole body trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Just when Mu Hanyan thought that the old guy was so angry that he wanted to fight her to the death, he suddenly spit out a cloud of blood mist towards the sky, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot. The most pitiful thing was that even though he had fainted, blood mist was still spurting out of his mouth like a fountain.
Nearby, the referee was completely stunned. At the beginning of this competition, like everyone else, he'd assumed Kong Renhe would win. But when Mu Hanyan revealed her strength, he knew he was wrong. The most likely outcome would be a loss for both. But in the end, he realized he was wrong. Mu Hanyan had defeated Kong Renhe so easily.
"Sir, isn't it time to announce the results? If he continues to spray, I guess we will have to choose not only a right priest but also a prayer priest for this sacrificial ceremony." Mu Hanyan reminded kindly.
Although Kong Renhe was seriously injured, he was not bleeding profusely. It was mainly due to his anger. After bleeding for a while, he slowly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard Mu Hanyan's reminder which was full of kindness and concern. He suddenly vomited another mouthful of blood, his eyes went black and he fainted again.
"Mu Hanyan wins this competition!" The priest didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly announced the result, then rushed off the competition stage with Kong Renhe in his arms. He didn't want to endanger Kong Renhe's life because of his hesitation, otherwise others would think he coveted the position of the prayer priest.
Afterwards, Mu Hanyan walked down the competition stage leisurely amid the cheers of the crowd.
On the high platform, Guan Xiujin's face turned ashen.
Although Mu Hanyan's victory was mainly due to Kong Renhe's own stupid move, why did Kong Renhe make such a stupid move? It was because Mu Hanyan's sudden display of strength was too surprising, which frightened him and made him unwilling to fight her to a draw.
In just over half a month, his strength had risen from a ninth-rank Divine Heart Priest to the peak of a tenth-rank Divine Heart Priest, and he had even comprehended the fourth law. If one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes, no one would have dared to believe it. And all of this was due to the trial in the Divine Soul Palace.
In order to lure Mu Hanyan to the Soul Palace, they took out hundreds of Tianluo Soul Pills and Zhengyang Shendao Pills as if they were cutting flesh, and even destroyed the Soul Palace that had stood for a million years. In the end, they achieved Mu Hanyan's incredible improvement.
Thinking of this, he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
"Master Priest, if it really doesn't work, just give up." Jiang Ruchu couldn't help but persuade him from the side.
"Stop? The arrow has already been shot. How can you stop? Are you going to hand over the position of right priest to her?" Guan Xiu Jin said angrily.
"But now that things have come to this, can we still stop her?" Jiang Ruchu said with a wry smile.
"Although Mu Hanyan managed to get through this match, she was still injured in the previous divine arts duel. Gao Weilong still has a chance in the next match, and we must not give up!" Guan Xiujin said without allowing any argument.
In fact, there was one thing he hadn't mentioned. Guan Qingyun possessed the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death, making him essentially invincible to those below the rank of Divine Soul Priest. Even if Mu Hanyan had reached the pinnacle of the tenth-rank Divine Heart Priest and thoroughly comprehended the Four Great Laws, that wouldn't change anything. After all, there was a fundamental difference between Divine Soul Priests and Divine Heart Priests, and the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Artifact was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
What's more, although Mu Hanyan seemed relaxed after this competition, she still suffered some injuries. In the next match, Gao Weilong will definitely try his best, even risking his life. If she wants to win, she will have to pay some price. By then, it will be even easier for Guan Qingyun to win. He has not reached the moment of desperation yet, so how could he give up!
"Yes, and Gao Weilong too. Although I was accidentally defeated by her, it won't be so easy for her to defeat Gao Weilong in the next match." Kong Renhe finally recovered after being helped by the priests. He was on the verge of death, but the mention of Gao Weilong immediately brought him back to life. He had already lost his qualification to compete for the position of Right Priest, but he absolutely did not want to see Mu Hanyan easily ascend to the top.
When Gao Weilong was mentioned, everyone's eyes turned to the competition stage again.
The one about to take the stage in this competition was none other than Gao Weilong, and his opponent was Gao Weihu. This wasn't a deliberate arrangement by Guan Xiujin, but rather a pure coincidence. With only eight priests left at this point, such a coincidence wasn't surprising.
Under the gaze of everyone, two young men with identical figures, equally tall, strong and fat, walked onto the competition stage. Not only were their figures the same, but even the fat on their faces was exactly the same.
"Gao Weilong, Gao Weihu!" Many people in the audience exclaimed softly.
The grudge between the Gao brothers is by no means a secret in the Temple of Life. Not only do the priests of this temple know about it, but even the priests from the lower temples have heard of it.
It seems that this is another life-and-death battle.
"Weihu, I didn't expect that you could break out of the siege and come this far. I underestimated you before." Gao Weilong looked at Gao Weilong and said with a look of relief.
"Really?" Gao Weihu snorted at Gao Weilong's hypocrisy and said sarcastically, "Then, are you going to persuade me to admit defeat and withdraw from the competition?"
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