<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5400</h2>


    The longsword in her hand transformed into a streak of cyan lightning, piercing Mu Baiyi’s heart.


    Unexpectedly, Ziyuan would suddenly abandon her defense andunch an attack. Startled, Mu Baiyi hurriedly tried to dodge.


    But Ziyuan’s speed was too great, leaving him no time to react. He could only watch helplessly as the longsword pierced his heart.


    “Puff!”


    The longsword pierced Mu Baiyi’s shoulder, blood gushing out instantly.


    Mu Baiyi screamed and jerked back, putting distance between him and Ziyuan.


    “You dare to hurt me?”


    Mu Baiyi clutched his shoulder, his eyes filled with murderous intent.


    Ziyuan retracted her longsword and said coldly, “You asked for it.”


    “I’m going to kill you!”


    Mu Baiyi roared, charging at Ziyuan once again. This time, his attacks were even more frenzied, demonic energy surging towards Zi Yuan like a tide, threatening to devour herpletely.


    Zi Yuan, undaunted, swung her sword even faster.


    The cyan sword light intertwined with the ck demonic energy, forming a sharp boundary. The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, leaving the ground around the battlefield riddled with potholes and rubble.


    “One hundred rounds already!”


    someone eximed.


    Everyone watched intently, even breathing cautiously.


    This was a true peak-level duel, a contest between ninth-grade Earthly Immortals, every moment fraught with danger.


    Mu Baiyi’s breathing grew increasingly erratic, his shoulder still bleeding, and after such a long and intense battle, his demonic energy had been significantly depleted.


    Zi Yuan’s condition was no less grim. Her face paled, her breathing rapid, clearly draining a significant amount of spiritual energy.


    “This won’t work. We must end this quickly,”


    Zi Yuan thought to herself. She plunged her longsword into the ground and formed hand seals: “Qingming Sword Art? Final Form!” As


    she finished her words, the surrounding spiritual energy converged frantically towards her, condensing into countless small green swords in front of her. These small swords swirled around her, emitting a powerful aura. “Not good!” Mu Baiyi was startled. He could sense the immense power of these small swords. He quickly formed hand seals: “Demon Soul Guard!” ck demonic energy coalesced before him into a gigantic demon soul phantom. The demon soul opened its maw and let out a piercing roar. “Go!” Zi Yuan shouted softly, and countless small green swords shot towards Mu Baiyi like a meteor shower. The small swords collided with the demon soul phantom, emitting a deafening explosion. The demon soul phantom trembled under the attack of the small swords, and soon cracked. “Crack!” The demon soul phantom finally sumbed to the pressure and shattered. The remaining cyan swords continued to fly at Mu Baiyi. His face paled, and he hurriedly blocked them with his spear. But the swords were too numerous, and he couldn’t block them all. “Puff, puff, puff!” Several swords pierced Mu Baiyi’s body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body tumbling. He looked at Zi Yuan, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. “I lost…” Mu Baiyi whispered, his body limp, and he fell to the ground. Zi Yuan retracted her sword and breathed a long sigh of relief. She looked at the fallen Mu Baiyi, her eyes devoid of pity. This was a life-or-death duel, win or die. The cultivators halfway up the mountain erupted in cheers. “We won! We won!” “Zi Yuan is amazing!” Wu Hao smiled with relief. “Great! Zi Yuan lived up to our expectations.” Soul Devourer’s expression darkened, and he looked at Zi Yuan with a murderous glint in his eyes. But he had just said that if the younger generation lost, he would take everyone away, so it was difficult to regret it now