Chapter 1769: Chapter 1769: An Eye for an Eye, Blood for Blood

"Then how should we settle the account of injuring the guards of Huayu Temple?" Han Yan said coldly.

"They are just two guards, no different from commoners before the noble Priests. Could it be that the Master Priest wants to stand up for them?" Ou Mingzhi frowned disdainfully.

Given his status, it was already quite good for him to lower himself to apologize to Han Yan. Even his followers found it strange that Han Yan was so ungrateful. Could it be that Ou’s Young Master had to apologize to two guards, no different from commoners?

Anger began to rise in Ou Mingzhi’s heart.

"To you, guards may be no different from commoners, but in Huayu Temple, we are friends, partners, even family. Not only the guards, but the city’s residents are also the same," Han Yan said with a serious face.

Upon hearing Han Yan’s words, An Xiaxin and the others were slightly moved. Due to years of decline, the original Priests of Huayu Temple, and even the city’s residents, had left their homes and scattered, leaving few behind who depended on each other to survive, thus eliminating much of the hierarchy. The fact that city residents could flock into the temple to watch the excitement was proof enough.

So, just as Han Yan said, An Xiaxin and others did not treat the guards as servants, and the citizens were not seen as commoners. However, Han Yan had not been in Huayu Temple for long, and upon arrival, she was immediately elected as the Main Priest by three High Priests. For an average person, this might breed arrogance, disregarding the guards and citizens. It was unexpected for her to have such thoughts, which moved many Priests.

As for those guards, they were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and the citizens were no exception.

"What a friend and partner, as a Temple Priest, you ignore hierarchy to mingle with commoners. No wonder Huayu Temple has fallen to this state today," Ou Mingzhi said with disdain. "By your words, do you want me to apologize to them?"

"No, why apologize to them? They can’t be eaten or drunk." Han Yan shook her head.

"So what do you want?" Ou Mingzhi asked.

"Whoever injured them, I’ll return the favor. Our people were hurt in the left hand, I’ll hurt their left hand; if they were hurt in the right hand, I’ll hurt their right hand. And I’ll charge some interest," Han Yan said with a faint smile.

"What? What did you say?"

Not only were Ou Mingzhi and the others shocked, but An Xiaxin and the others were also stunned.

Seeing Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming injured by Ou Mingzhi and his group, they were equally filled with anger. However, they knew that regarding strength and status, Huayu Temple could not compete with Lingyu Temple. In terms of personal strength, none of them were Ou Mingzhi’s match. So they thought that forcing an apology was already the best outcome to maintain the dignity of Huayu Temple.

Who would have thought that Han Yan wanted not an apology but an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

"Insolent, do you know who you’re talking to?"

"Our Young Master showed you some respect, and you’re really taking yourself too seriously, not knowing your place," Ou Mingzhi’s followers finally regained their senses and sneered one after another.

"This woman is clearly out of her mind. Young Master, why even bother talking to her anymore? If she dares to babble, just cripple her directly," someone shouted angrily.

"Han Yan, I’m showing you respect; do you really think I’m afraid of you? I want to see how you will return the favor today and how you’ll collect the interest," Ou Mingzhi finally got angry.

Although Han Yan gave him an unprecedented sense of danger, being a Level 8 Divine Priest, how could he really be afraid of her? He even found it a huge humiliation to apologize to two commoners, let alone be threatened by her.

As he spoke, Ou Mingzhi walked toward Wen Gaoren.

"Alright, then watch closely," Han Yan slowly drew her longsword.

"Buzz!" A dragon’s roar echoed from the sword.

"Good sword!" Ou Mingzhi silently praised.

With his background and perspective, he instantly recognized Han Yan’s sword as a rare Divine Weapon, possibly even a Divine Artifact.

However, for this reason, he relaxed. The previous sense of danger must have been due to this Divine Sword; otherwise, how could her cultivation as an Eighth Rank Divine Priest unsettle him?

Thinking about it, Ou Mingzhi couldn’t help but mock himself for becoming timid. Had he known that her confidence stemmed from this Divine Sword, he wouldn’t have lowered himself to argue with her.

"Courting death!" Ou Mingzhi sneered coldly, slashing at Han Yan with his sword.

Despite having a good sword, daring to threaten him was simply the ignorance of the fearless. At this point, Ou Mingzhi wished he could engrave the words "contemptuous and scornful" on his forehead.

And it’s understandable why he would think so. Just like on the Holy Court Continent, on Divine Continent, Priests also use long swords to unleash Divine Arts. A top-quality sword, especially a Divine-grade sword, greatly enhances combat power. But it ultimately comes down to one’s cultivation; the stronger one’s strength, the greater the power the Divine Sword can exert.

In his view, Han Yan was only an Eighth Rank Divine Priest. No matter how good the longsword quality was, even if it was a Divine Artifact, how much power could she exert? Despite being only a Ninth Rank Divine Priest, his actual combat power was far greater, and the sword he used was passed down from his family. Even if it’s not a Divine Artifact, it could be considered a Demigod Artifact. Utilizing this sword, he had not met a worthy opponent below Tenth Rank.

Boasting with a good sword before him, Han Yan wasn’t just ignorant and fearless; she was courting humiliation.

"Eight Desolate... Divine Fall!" Han Yan clearly noticed Ou Mingzhi’s disdain but paid it no mind as she focused and swung her sword.

This was her first time executing this swing; she didn’t know its true power. Given that Ou Mingzhi easily heavily injured the Ninth Rank Divine Priest Wen Gaoren, Han Yan dared not underestimate him.

Undeniably, the name of this sword move was bold and impressive. Although they did not believe she had the power to rival their Young Master, the name alone—Eight Desolate God Fall—made Ou Mingzhi’s followers’ expressions turn serious.

Wind Ou Mingzhi somewhat put aside his underestimation, a flash of vigor in his eyes, as his longsword emitted a crisp, resonant cry. Blade-like wind burst from the sword, forming a highly concentrated whirlwind, sweeping towards Han Yan.

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