Chapter 1770: Chapter 1770: You Cheated

At the same time, Han Yan’s longsword emitted a red glow, followed by a flame as thick as a pinky finger flying directly towards Ou Mingzhi.

Silence, a deathly silence. Watching this flickering flame that seemed like a candle in the wind and could extinguish at any moment, everyone fell into a brief stupor.

As the saying goes, just as a person’s reputation carries influence, cultivation techniques or combat skills are similar. Often, the more grand and majestic the name sounds, the more powerful it is. If it wasn’t powerful, it wouldn’t dare to take on such a name.

But this time, Han Yan’s famously named divine art clearly taught everyone a very vivid lesson. Eight Desolate God Fall! Just this little flame, you dare call it that? How shameful is that?

Han Yan was quietly embarrassed too. The power of Eight Desolate God Fall is certainly not limited to this. She could feel the terrifying power within that little flame, but she didn’t know why it manifested as just a small flame. Perhaps it was related to her Sword Dao cultivation? Anyway, she couldn’t figure it out.

"Hahaha, so this is the divine art of Huayu Temple’s chief priest. Remarkable! Eight Desolate God Fall, just hearing the name, you know it’s impressive, very impressive." A follower behind Ou Mingzhi laughed, bending over with mirth.

"No wonder it’s the oldest temple on the Divine Continent. Such divine art can only be seen at Huayu Temple."

"Truly eye-opening, truly eye-opening." Others laughed heartily, ridiculing it repeatedly.

"Han Yan, are you trying to humiliate me?" Ou Mingzhi did not laugh. To him, Han Yan’s so-called divine art was simply an insult.

"My divine art is really powerful. You’d better not underestimate it. Don’t blame me later if you suffer," Han Yan said indifferently.

No matter how powerful this Eight Desolate God Fall is, the flickering flame before her indeed made her feel quite embarrassed.

"Powerful, truly powerful." Ou Mingzhi suppressed his anger, stopped wasting words with Han Yan, and his longsword trembled violently as his left hand quickly formed a series of hand gestures.

"In the name of God, summon the Law of Wind, Wind Arrow Sword Rain, destroy!" As Ou Mingzhi chanted deeply, the swirling storm suddenly exploded. Thousands of wind blades gathered, resembling translucent arrows, like longswords sweeping across the sky, densely flying towards Han Yan.

"Wind Arrow Sword Rain!" Excitement appeared on the faces of Ou Mingzhi’s follower priests.

This is the strongest divine art of their young master. Over the years, numerous so-called genius priests have been defeated by this divine art, some even left without a corpse. But as his strength and fame increased, he hadn’t used this divine art for a long time.

Han Yan obviously thoroughly enraged the young master. They seemed to foresee the tragic scene of the ignorant and fearless chief priest being pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Be careful!" An Xiaxin and the others had also heard of Ou Mingzhi’s strongest divine art. Though they knew Han Yan’s amusing little flame wasn’t as simple as it appeared, they couldn’t help but exclaim.

At this moment, "Boom!" With a loud bang, the little flame that was initially no larger than a pinky, like a candle in the wind, suddenly burned fiercely as if ignited by hot oil. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a fire spear about three meters long, blazing with roaring flames as it flew forth.

And the corner of Han Yan’s mouth curled into an enchanting smile.

Fortunately, this period of cultivation wasn’t wasted. Though it began as a small flame, now it was definitely not as simple as a primary divine skill.

As for its power, let’s have Ou Mingzhi help check it out!

The burning spear streaked across the sky, leaving behind an intangible tunnel of distorted light and shadow, as if tearing the air apart.

The mocking laughter of Ou Mingzhi’s follower priests abruptly ceased, their eyes vacant.

Before they could react to what happened, there was a loud boom, and the Wind Arrow Sword Rain conjured by Ou Mingzhi’s strongest divine art crashed into the volcanic flame, instantly turning into nothingness.

Ou Mingzhi let out a muffled groan, as if struck in the chest by a giant stone, his body swayed, falling to one knee.

Defeated, the young master was defeated! Only now did the followers manage to regain their senses, yet their minds still held confusion.

This is Ou Mingzhi, lauded by the Ou family as a millennial genius. This was his strongest divine art—a divine art that once caused countless so-called genius priests to drink in defeat—Wind Arrow Rain, yet before the fire spear, it was utterly powerless!

Not giving them time to react, Han Yan seamlessly closed in and struck again with another sword slash!

Ou Mingzhi’s strength was even greater than she imagined. Although she still wasn’t quite sure what realm her priest divine art had reached, comparing it to the Sword Dao, the power contained in that fire spear was no less than that of an Early Stage Great Sword Master. But Ou Mingzhi only tasted defeat and wasn’t severely injured. Han Yan naturally wouldn’t give him the chance to counterattack.

"Eight Desolate... God Fall!" Mid-air, Han Yan lightly exclaimed again.

Flame, flame again. A flame that left her feeling helpless once more burst out through the sword.

"Wind Barrier!" Ou Mingzhi’s expression changed drastically, his longsword swiftly swiped across his front, and swirling wind blades created a shield before him.

If it were another opponent, Ou Mingzhi had enough confidence that even a Tenth Rank Divine Priest would find it difficult to break through his Wind Barrier. But now, on his face was no trace of confidence, only intense unease and alarm. If one looked closely, they could even see cold sweat on his forehead.

If he still underestimated Han Yan’s little flame at this point, he’d be the biggest fool in the world. No one knew better than him the terrifying power contained within that flame. If it wasn’t for his decent talent, strength far surpassing priests of his rank, and the ancestral magic artifact priest robe reducing half of the power of laws contained within the fire spear, whether he could still stand would be another matter.

His gaze focused on the approaching flame, and Ou Mingzhi’s palms were drenched with sweat.

"Poof!" At this moment, the flame wobbled a few times and suddenly extinguished.

Han Yan’s delicate figure flickered lightly before him, deftly sidestepping the wind shield, and a pink-white fist smashed fiercely towards Ou Mingzhi’s nose.

"You... tricked me...!" A piercing pain shot through his nose, and with an uncontrollable gush of nosebleed and tears, Ou Mingzhi only managed to utter this sentence before collapsing stiffly, his tear-filled eyes brimming with rage and unwillingness.

Thanks to the protection of the priest robe, Han Yan’s Eight Desolate God Fall hadn’t caused him much harm. With his strength, he should not have been so easily knocked down, but all of his mental focus was on the flame, his full-strength Wind Barrier completely dedicated to resisting the terrifying power within the fire spear.

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