<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5403</h2>


    “Impossible! How can your spiritual power be so strong?”


    he roared in disbelief.


    “Because you’re too weak!”


    Han Lie attacked again afternding, swinging his Red me de faster and faster. Shadows clung to the de, each strike carrying the scorching power of the Burning Heaven me, forcing the ck-robed youth back repeatedly.


    “Red me de Technique Second Form—Burning Heaven sh!”


    Han Lie roared, the de suddenly expanding to several feet in length. With devastating force, it shed towards the ck-robed youth.


    The ck-robed youth’s pupils constricted, knowing he couldn’t resist. He used all his might to block the two ck des.


    “Crack!”


    The ck de was instantly severed, and mes engulfed his body. The ck-robed youth let out a shrill scream, his body struggling in the mes, and was soon incinerated into a ball of ck ash.


    “Brilliant!”


    Deafening cheers erupted from the mountainside, and the cultivators brandished their weapons, their faces beaming with excitement.


    “Han Lie is incredible! He reduced that demon cultivator to ash with a single strike!”


    “I’ve always said the top three on the Martial Rankings weren’t in vain. These demon cultivators are no match for me!”


    “Keep fighting! Take care of the remaining demon cultivators!”


    Wu Hao couldn’t help but p his hands andugh. “Well done, Han Lie! You truly deserve to be number three on the Martial Rankings!”


    Zi Yuan gazed at Han Lie in the center of the battlefield, her eyes lit up with admiration. She had just fought Mu Baiyi for over a hundred rounds before narrowly winning, yet Han Lie had dispatched the even stronger ck-robed youth so swiftly and efficiently. His strength was truly unfathomable.


    However, even as the cultivators rejoiced, a coldugh echoed from the demon cultivator camp.


    The Soul Devourer sat on the lion’s head, his hollow eye sockets scanning Han Lie. His tone was filled with undisguised sarcasm, “Interesting, but your abilities aren’t impressive enough.”


    He slowly turned to look at the demon soul team behind him and said calmly, “Your turn.” As he finished speaking, a figure slowly emerged from the demon soul team.


    Dressed in a dark robe, his face was handsome, yet pale. A faint soul mist lingered around him—clearly not a physical form, but a spirit.


    He slowly walked toward the battlefield, each step leaving no trace on the ground. He was clearly a formidable figure among the hundred thousand demon souls. “Soul?” Han Lie frowned, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.


    Soulscked a physical body, making them difficult to damage with ordinary attacks. Furthermore, to maintain such a solid state in spirit form, their strength must be considerable. The cultivators halfway up the mountain also fell silent, their smiles gradually fading.


    “It’s a soul-body demon cultivator! This is trouble! Soul-bodies are the most difficult to deal with!” “Han Lie’s Red me de is powerful, but its mes primarily burn physical bodies, so the damage to soul-bodies is likely limited.” “What should we do now? Are we going to lose?”


    The ck-robed young man walked to the center of the battlefield, bowed slightly to Han Lie, and spoke calmly, “I’m Zhao Mu, one of the Hundred Thousand Demon Souls. Your swordsmanship is exquisite, and I admire you.”


    His voice was clear and cold, like the shing of jade, a stark contrast to the hoarse voices of other demon cultivators. Han Lie dropped his smile, his expression solemn, “I’m Han Lie. Stop the nonsense and attack!”


    He knew the difficulty of soul-bodies and dared not be careless. He channeled his spiritual energy to its fullest, and the mes on the Red me de burned even more vigorously. Zhao Mu nodded, his figure suddenly shing, transforming into a shadow, and instantly appeared behind Han Lie.


    Startled, Han Lie quickly turned and swung his sword, but missed—Zhao Mu’s figure had already vanished. “What a fast speed!” Han Lie was secretly shocked, and nced around cautiously.


    Souls are free from the constraints of a physical body, so their speed is much faster than that of ordinary cultivators. Zhao Mu’s speed is even more ridiculous, almost reaching the level of teleportation.