<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5397</h2>


    Mu Baiyi nced at the man in green and said nothing. Instead, he suddenly disappeared.


    Swish…


    No one could see what happened. The man in green was actually split in two, blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground.


    Seeing this scene, everyone became solemn.


    The young demon cultivator in front of them was actually already a ninth-grade Earthly Immortal Realm.


    With such strength, he could be the leader of a sect in the Sixth Heaven.


    Mu Baiyi’s figure appeared, nced at Wu Hao and others, and said calmly: “You’d better send some powerful people, not some garbage…”


    “I’ll do it…”


    A young man suddenly fell from the sky!


    Seeing this young man, someone in the field immediately said: “Leng Yun, the fifth on the Martial Arts List…”


    The fifth on the Martial Arts List!


    This martial ranking only includes cultivators from the human and beast races. Demons are not included, and neither will y along.


    Even in the celestial realm, demon cultivators still hold a low status.


    “Please enlighten me…”


    Leng Yun said with a bow!


    “The ranking on the martial ranking is garbage!”


    Mu Baiyi’s voice drifted lightly across the battlefield, but it felt like a p in the face of all the cultivators of the Sixth Heaven.


    Leng Yun’s eyes red, and his spiritual energy suddenly erupted. The aura of a peak eighth-grade Earthly Immortal swept across him like a hurricane. The longsword in his hand hummed, and a thinyer of frost condensed on the de—it was his famous “Frost Sky Sword.”


    “Enough of the nonsense, let’s see the real deal!”


    Leng Yun tapped the ground on his toes and rushed towards Mu Baiyi like an arrow from a bow. His longsword shed through the air, leaving a cold white streak that pierced Mu Baiyi’s heart.


    The strike was lightning fast, its angles razor-sharp. Even Wu Hao couldn’t help but nod, “What a swift sword!” Yet


    , Mu Baiyi’s face showed no fear, even a hint of mockery.


    Just as the sword tip was about to touch his clothes, he suddenly shifted sideways, dodging the de like a ghost. Simultaneously, his right hand formed a w, wielding a thick demonic aura, and wed at Leng Yun’s wrist.


    “Too slow!”


    Leng Yun, startled, hurriedly drew his sword back to block.


    With a crisp ng, the longsword collided with the demonic w. Leng Yun felt a tremendous force, his arm numb, and he retreated three steps before steadying himself.


    He looked down and saw a tiny crack appear on the de of the Frost Sky Sword. His pupils shrank. “Such a powerful demonic energy!”


    “I’m d to know. It’s not toote to beg for mercy now.”


    Mu Baiyi pressed forward, demonic energy condensing into a ck spear in his palm. “But I’m not interested in leaving anyone alive.”


    Before he finished speaking, Mu Baiyi thrust the spear forward.


    The ck spear pierced the air with a sharp sound, corroding the air with a sizzling sound wherever it passed.


    Leng Yun didn’t dare to be careless. He mobilized all his spiritual power to infuse the sword and unleashed his most powerful technique, the “Nine Styles of Frost Sky.”


    “First Style: Thousand Miles of Ice!”


    He swung the sword, and the sky full of sword shadows transformed into tiny ice crystals, sweeping towards Mu Baiyi.


    The ice crystals froze as soon as they hit the ground, instantly forming a thickyer of ice on the ground, as if even the air was frozen.


    Mu Baiyi snorted coldly and swept the spear across. ck demonic energy surged out like a tide, instantly shattering the ice crystals.


    “A mere trifle!” He leaped up, thrusting his spear downwards at Leng Yun. The demonic energy at the spear’s tip condensed into a hideous ghost face, emitting a piercing scream.


    “Second move: Snow falling on a thousand mountains!”


    Leng Yun raised his head and swung his sword. A brilliant white light burst out from the sword, and countless snowke-shaped sword energies appeared


    out of thin air, colliding with the ghost face. “Bang, bang, bang” explosions rang out in session, and air waves swept in all directions, raising the dust around them.


    The cultivators on the hillside watched intently, holding their breath.


    The leader of the Yunxia Sect clenched his fists: “Leng Yun has tried his best, but Mu Baiyi is still doing it with ease. This demon cultivator is too strong!”