Chapter 1862: Chapter 1862: Another Slap

With the power of Long Wucuo’s Death Shield, he would not be easily defeated. Even if by some stroke of luck she wins, it would likely result in mutual injury. How could the other priests fear her, and surrender without a fight? Do they really think they could be so easily frightened?

Childish, so very childish! As Mu Hanyan’s gaze swept over them, at first they felt some unease, but now realized they had overestimated her.

Not only them, even the other priests who understood Mu Hanyan’s intentions couldn’t help but sneer. This Mu Hanyan, still too young, does she really think the priests from each hall are malleable mud that can be shaped however she pleases?

"Mu Hanyan, I was going to let you enjoy a couple of easy wins, but since you insist on humiliating yourself, I’ll oblige you." Long Wucuo had initially planned to discuss with the other priests about sending a few people to exhaust her strength. He was surprised she picked him first. Yet, relying on the power of the Death Shield, he didn’t take Mu Hanyan seriously at all. Hearing her, he sneered coldly and boldly stepped out to the center of the Competition Platform.

"Long Wucuo, it seems like yesterday’s slap wasn’t enough for you, you still don’t know your place." Mu Hanyan leapt down, standing in front of Long Wucuo, mocking him.

"Wretch, you’re still arrogant when facing death!" Yesterday’s slap was Long Wucuo’s greatest humiliation in life. Whenever he thought of it, he gritted his teeth in hatred. Mu Hanyan brought it up again, clearly rubbing salt in the wound, which enraged Long Wucuo.

"Smack!" Another loud slap landed on his face.

According to the rules of priest competitions, they should first exchange salutes and then move back to a certain distance. Only then, after the Divine Officer announces the start, could they make a move. This is due to the longer attack range of Divine Arts compared to sword techniques. So Long Wucuo never expected Mu Hanyan to make a move and was caught off guard again.

"Dare to insult this Main Priest, yesterday I said he was disrespectful and abusive towards me, and you didn’t believe it, do you believe it now?" Mu Hanyan shrugged and said to the main priests on the platform.

"Priest Mu, there is no hierarchy of divine positions in the priest competitions, isn’t this going too far?" Long Aoli said angrily. Yesterday was one slap, today another; this was not just a slap to Long Wucuo’s face, but also a slap to his own face, Long Aoli thought.

"But the competition hasn’t started yet, has it? According to Master Priest, does this mean that when I get my turn against you, I can freely insult you too, cursing your ancestors for eighteen generations is no problem either?" Mu Hanyan boldly stated.

Long Aoli was left speechless by her words. Although it is true that there is no hierarchy among priests in competitions and everything relies on strength, there is still a basic respect. Long Wucuo’s words earlier were indeed inappropriate.

Mu Hanyan’s question was particularly vicious; he couldn’t very well admit it. Otherwise, one day in a fight, he might really be cursed together with his ancestors for eighteen generations.

This brat, who seemed composed before, why is he so unstable now? This time, Mu Hanyan really had a reason to hold against him. Everyone heard the word ’wretch’ clearly, so he couldn’t continue with this argument and could only glare fiercely at Long Wucuo.

"Both parties, salute and step back ten paces." Long Aoli simply took on the role of the Divine Officer and ordered the two.

Mu Hanyan and Long Wucuo each stepped back, but as for the salute, it was certainly omitted.

"Begin." Once the two reached the designated spots, Long Aoli gave the order.

"Death Shield." Long Wucuo roared fiercely, directly using his strongest Divine Art.

Silver rays flashed, exuding a strong murderous intent, rapidly condensing into a huge Sharp Shield, flying towards Mu Hanyan.

Though it wasn’t the first time seeing Long Wucuo’s ultimate move, those below the platform couldn’t help but exclaim.

Comparing it to yesterday’s Death Shield, they realized Long Wucuo had held back before, not using his full power. Now, he was truly exerting his full strength.

The scene of Fang Donglai’s tragic death seemed to flash before their eyes. Everyone knew, chances were, Mu Hanyan would not leave the Competition Platform alive this time. After all, Fang Donglai practiced the Earth Law, with a defense strong enough to rival the main priests. Yet even so, he couldn’t withstand Long Wucuo’s withheld Death Shield. Even if Mu Hanyan was strong, could she truly be far superior to the main priests?

In the crowd, Gao Weihu, Long Wudang, and Chu Yanghe, seated among other main priests, all frowned deeply. Whether for interests or genuinely, none of them hoped Mu Hanyan would die on the Competition Platform. Seeing Long Wucuo’s Death Shield dispatched with full force, they subconsciously worried for her.

No one noticed the faint, hard-to-detect smile at the corner of Mu Hanyan’s mouth, a smile of fulfilled expectation.

Using the strongest Divine Art from the start? This was precisely what Mu Hanyan wanted to see, and the real purpose of that slap.

"Eight Desolates, Divine Fall!" Mu Hanyan softly chanted, her sword shimmered with a fresh verdant light.

As Mu Hanyan’s sword swept through, the verdant light wafted out gracefully, like a bluish mist, enveloping the Light Shield filled with murderous intent.

But seeing this, the main priests led by Long Aoli laughed disdainfully, and the priests below shook their heads secretly. Gao Weihu, Long Wudang, and Chu Yanghe’s concerns deepened.

Unlike Mu Hanyan, who was a novice in the priesthood, they understood the mutual counteractions between the Principle Divine Techniques very well. Clearly, Mu Hanyan’s Divine Art used the Life Principle. Though the Life Principle and Death Law do counterbalance each other, it’s not absolute. It depends on the relative strengths of both sides. If one’s strength was even slightly superior, the counteraction would magnify, turning a minor difference into a significant advantage or disadvantage.

Long Wucuo’s Death Shield exuded such a powerful and fierce killing intent. Even the main priest above felt immense pressure, and as for Mu Hanyan, though she nimbly wielded the Life Principle, its power was evidently lacking. They weren’t on the same level at all.

If she had used another Law it would have been different; even being weaker, she might have had the strength to resist. But unfortunately, she used the Life Principle, amplifying her disadvantage, making it impossible to withstand the Death Shield.

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