<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5405</h2>


    “I… lost.” He uttered the three words with difficulty, closing his eyes and waiting for death toe.


    However, the expected attack did note.


    Zhao Mu withdrew his hand and said calmly, “I won’t kill you. Go back and tell your people not to overestimate their abilities.”


    Han Lie’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Zhao Mu in disbelief.


    He hadn’t expected Zhao Mu to let him go, and for a moment, he froze in his tracks.


    “Why don’t you leave?”


    Zhao Mu’s voice was tinged with impatience.


    Han Lie finally came to his senses, picked up the Red me de from the ground, and retreated awkwardly back to the monk camp.


    He lowered his head, not daring to meet their gazes, his face filled with shame.


    The monks halfway up the mountain were silent. The cheers and excitement had long since vanished, reced by solemnity and fear.


    Even Han Lie, ranked third on the Martial Ranking, suffered such a crushing defeat, and against a seemingly disadvantaged soul. This made everyone realize that the Demon Soul’s strength far exceeded their imaginations.


    “How could this happen? Han Lie actually lost…”


    someone murmured, their voice filled with despair.


    “Zhao Mu is too strong, the souls are no match for him. What should we do?”


    “Are we really going to hand over the sacrificial manual and get out of the Sixth Heaven?”


    Wu Hao’s expression grew extremely solemn. He looked at Zhao Mu, who stood calmly on the battlefield, then at the silent crowd around him, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.


    He knew that sending more men would be futile, but he simply couldn’t ept defeat just yet—the people of the Divine Capital were still waiting for his revenge, and the beings of the Sixth Heaven were still waiting for his protection.


    Zhao Mu stood in the center of the battlefield, his dark robe fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze, a shroud of soul mist lingering around him. His eyes swept coldly over the cultivator camp halfway up the mountain.


    He said nothing, but his calm demeanor was more embarrassing than any mockery. Sorry, there was an error loading the chapter content. We were


    Lowughter echoed from the demonic cultivator


    camp. Soul Devourer stroking the lion’s mane with gusto, his hollow eyes filled with amusement.


    “Anyone else dares toe?”


    Zhao Mu finally spoke, his voice clear yet carrying an undeniable pressure. “If no one epts the challenge, then surrender the sacrificial manual and leave the Sixth Heaven.”


    The cultivators’ faces flushed and paled, but no one responded.


    Han Lie, third on the martial arts list, had been defeated. Who among the younger generation could possibly stand up to Zhao Mu?


    Many instinctively thought of Half-Beast King, number one on the martial arts list, but he was elusive and had vanishedpletely.


    Despair surged through them like a tide, making even their breathing heavy.


    Just then, a clear yet resolute voice rang out: “I will fight you!”


    Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zi Yuan emerging from the camp. Though her face was still pale, her eyes burned with an unyielding fire.


    She had just taken a healing elixir, and her spiritual power had only recovered 30% to 40%. But seeing Zhao Mu’s arrogant appearance, she simply couldn’t sit idly by.


    “Ziyuan, no!”


    Wu Hao hurriedly intervened. “Your spiritual power hasn’t recovered yet. You’re no match for Zhao Mu!”


    “Yes, Master Ziyuan, you’ve already won one battle. There’s no need to take another risk!”


    Ao Lie stepped forward to persuade her.


    Han Lie’s face was filled with guilt. “It’s my ipetence that forced you to fight again. Please retreat quickly, and I’ll find a solution!” Ziyuan


    shook her head, breaking free from the crowd’s obstruction, and walked towards the battlefield. “Thank you for your concern, but as a cultivator from the Divine Kingdom, how can I stand by and watch the demon cultivators act so arrogantly? Even if I die in battle, I will never let them underestimate us!”


    As she spoke, she once again condensed the cyan longsword in her hand. Though her spiritual power wasn’t as strong as before, it carried a resolute determination, ready to face death head-on.


    Zhao Mu looked at Zi Yuan approaching, a hint of impatience shing in his eyes. “Just because you luckily defeated Mu Baiyi just now, you think you are invincible? I advise you to go back; otherwise, you will end up with your soul torn to pieces.”