Chapter 1772: Gang Beating
Chapter 1772: Chapter 1772: Gang Beating
The entourage finally sobered up; regardless of the battle between the priests, they should focus on saving people first. With gritted teeth, some of them pounced towards Mu Hanyan again, while others performed hand gestures, and several Priest Divine Techniques were cast towards Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao, in the midst of excitement, chuckled and ducked under the turtle shell. The Priest Divine Techniques landed on the shell without even a ripple and disappeared without a trace.
"What kind of Magic Artifact is this?" a young priest asked in surprise, his eyes wide open.
Although many Magic Artifacts can dissolve the Power of Laws in Priest Divine Techniques, there is usually some sound, but this time, there wasn’t the slightest reaction.
Before he could react, Ling Baobao poked his head out again, and with a heavy swing of the turtle shell, smashed him to the ground. With a muffled thud, a spray of fresh blood followed. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.
"Do you really think that our Huayu Temple has no one? Fight them!" someone shouted, and a wave of temple guards from Huayu Temple surged forward.
Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming had already harbored pent-up anger from being unjustly injured by the other side, and the arrogance of Ou Mingzhi and his men was a blatant trampling of Huayu Temple’s dignity.
Mu Hanyan’s previous words of eye for an eye, blood for blood finally ignited the long-dormant bloodlust within them. The flying Blood Pearls and the faint smell of blood in the air completely boiled their blood.
Although the priests brought by Ou Mingzhi were no slouches, generally stronger than those of Huayu Temple, in the end, there were just a dozen of them, while Huayu Temple, though declining, still had over twenty priests and forty devoted guards in total. In just a moment, those poor priests were overwhelmed by the furious crowd.
An Xiaxin’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably at first. Although the priests of Huayu Temple still used Priest Divine Techniques initially, as soon as they got closer, they switched to Martial Arts immediately.
As the Left Priest, her strength was slightly superior to both Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, and she had practiced the Martial Arts—Eight Desolate God Fall, passed down through the generations of the temple earlier, so she could easily tell that what the priest guards were using was indeed Eight Desolate God Fall, yet more profound and mysterious than what she had learned.
Most importantly, it was even more ferocious and violent, and the power contained within their punches and kicks seemed not much less than that of Priest Divine Techniques.
The ghostly wails and howls, and the sight of blood sprays caused An Xiaxin to feel uneasy. After all, they were from the Lingyu Divine Hall, and Ou Mingzhi, as the Young Master of the Ou family, would likely become the next Master Priest of the Lingyu Divine Hall. Doing this would inevitably create a death feud.
"Yu He, Qing Lan, shouldn’t we try to stop them!" An Xiaxin hesitated to say. Though she was equally angry over Ou Mingzhi and his men’s rudeness, as the Left Priest, she had to consider the bigger picture.
Speaking thus, An Xiaxin turned her head but was stunned to find no sign of Shen Yuhe or Sikong Qinglan.
With a glance into the crowd, An Xiaxin broke into a cold sweat.
The figure in the crowd, striking ruthlessly yet appearing somewhat sleazy, who seemed as shy and bashful as a neighborly boy, could be none other than Prayer Priest Sikong Qinglan. And the little girl with a baby face, her excitement turning her face crimson, landing kick after kick directed at the lower body, could only be Right Priest Shen Yuhe.
They’ve fallen so far—the dignified Right Priest and the dignified Prayer Priest, resorting to such underhanded tactics?
Blushing with embarrassment, An Xiaxin covered her eyes, too mortified to keep watching.
Not only the temple guards of Huayu Temple but even the commoners had their blood stirred, joining the fray.... Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a battle but rather one-sided slaughter.
Although they hadn’t cultivated Priest Divine Techniques, or possessed bodies as strong as the temple guards, like other normal citizens of the Divine Continent, they too practiced Martial Arts. Due to Huayu Temple’s decline and the broken Array Barrier, their lives weren’t much better than those of ordinary citizens, and their Martial Arts might even be stronger.
Their combat experience was also clearly more abundant than that of the priests, and they struck quickly and accurately, never missing the vital parts.
This made the screams all the more harrowing.
"Master Priest, perhaps we should spare them; after all, they are..." Looking at the faces marked by violence and excitement, An Xiaxin knew she couldn’t stop them anymore, so she approached Mu Hanyan and whispered.
"Mu Hanyan, you’re doomed. Do you even know who I am? I won’t let you go; I’ll make you wish for death, no—I’ll let you know what it means to be close to death! Not a single one of Huayu Temple will escape, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, you bitches, you’ll regret this. Just wait, you’ll soon know what it means to be close to death." At this moment, Ou Mingzhi let out a maddened roar.
Mu Hanyan hadn’t expected the guy to be so audacious, still so arrogant at this point. But from this remark, it was clear to see Ou Mingzhi’s inner malice. Such people are often more terrifying than villains like Long Wudang, whose evil deeds are almost written on their foreheads.
An Xiaxin’s face changed. She wasn’t a naïve little girl; she knew exactly what Ou Mingzhi meant by "close to death." Her previously cold expression turned a fiery red, and her gaze was filled with both shame and anger.
"Bang!" An Xiaxin kicked out.
"Ow..." Ou Mingzhi let out another anguished howl, curling up like a shrimp.
An Xiaxin’s kick had struck precisely between his legs. The spectators shuddered.
"Do you really think Huayu Temple is so easily bullied? Do you really think I, An Xiaxin, am easy to bully? I’d like to see how Lingyu Divine Hall will destroy my Huayu Temple. You won’t spare me? I won’t spare you either..." Like a wounded and thoroughly enraged mother leopard, An Xiaxin pounced on him, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks without restraint, targeting Ou Mingzhi’s weak point between his legs.
Mu Hanyan looked surprised at An Xiaxin. He had thought Shen Yuhe, with her appearance of gentleness but violent nature, was the most violent person in Huayu Temple. He now realized he was mistaken; An Xiaxin seemed even more savage than Shen Yuhe.
However, Mu Hanyan soon noticed that, while fighting and cursing, An Xiaxin’s eyes glistened with tearful grievance.