Chapter 5405 of the Dragon King Order: Adventure
“I… lost.” He said those three words with difficulty, closed his eyes and waited for death.
However, the awaited attack never arrived.
Zhao Mu pulled his hand away and said calmly, “I won’t kill you. Go back and tell your people not to overestimate your abilities.”
Han Lie’s eyes were wide open, staring at Zhao Mu in disbelief.
He didn’t expect Zhao Mu to let him go, and for a moment, he froze in place.
“Why don’t you just go?”
Zhao Mu’s voice sounded impatient.
Han Lie finally came to his senses, picked up the Red Flame Sword from the ground, and retreated awkwardly back to the cultivators’ camp.
He lowered his head, not daring to look at them, his face etched with shame.
The cultivators in the middle of the mountain fell silent. The previous cheers and joy had disappeared, replaced by seriousness and fear.
Even Han Lie, ranked third on the martial arts list, was utterly defeated against a seemingly powerless spirit. This made everyone realize that the power of the demon soul far exceeded their imagination.
“How could this happen? Han Lie actually lost…”
someone muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.
“Zhao Mu is too strong, and his soul body is completely unable to withstand it. What should we do?”
“Do we really have to hand over the sacrificial manual and leave Sixth Heaven?”
Wu Hao’s expression also became extremely solemn. He looked at Zhao Mu, who was standing calmly on the battlefield, and then at the silent people around him. A feeling of helplessness surged in his heart.
He knew that sending more people up would be futile, but if he admitted defeat right now, he really couldn’t accept it—the people in the Divine Capital were still waiting for his revenge, and the beings in the Sixth Heaven were still waiting for him to be protected.
Zhao Mu stood in the middle of the battlefield, his dark robes gently fluttering in the mountain breeze, a mist of souls enveloping him. His cold gaze swept over the cultivators camped halfway up the mountain.
He didn’t say anything, but his calm demeanor was more surprising than any mockery.
Soft laughter echoed from the demonic cultivators, and the Soul Eater even stroked the lion’s mane in amusement, his hollow eyes filled with amusement.
“Anyone else dare to come?”
Zhao Mu finally spoke, his voice clear yet containing an undeniable pressure. “If no one accepts this challenge, obediently hand over the sacrificial manual and leave Sixth Heaven.”
The cultivators’ faces turned red and pale, but no one answered.
Han Lie, ranked third on the martial arts list, has been defeated. Who among the younger generation could possibly match Zhao Mu?
Many instinctively thought of the Half-Beast King, number one on the martial arts list, but his whereabouts were elusive and he was nowhere to be found.
Despair gripped everyone, making it hard to even breathe.
At that moment, a clear but firm voice rang out: “I will fight you!”
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zi Yuan emerging from the campsite. Although her face was still pale, her eyes blazed with an unquenchable fire.
He had just drunk a healing potion, and his spiritual power had only recovered 30% or 40%. However, seeing Zhao Mu’s arrogant attitude, he couldn’t stand still.
“Zi Yuan, don’t!”
Wu Hao hurriedly interrupted. “Your spiritual power hasn’t recovered yet, you’re no match for Zhao Mu!”
“Yes, Miss Zi Yuan, you have already won the battle. There is no need to take any more risks!”
Ao Lie stepped forward to give advice.
Han Lie’s face was filled with guilt. “It was my incompetence that forced you to fight again. Go back now, I’ll find another way!”
Zi Yuan shook her head, breaking away from the crowd and heading towards the battlefield. “Thank you all for your concern, but as a cultivator of the Divine Kingdom, how can I just stand by and watch the demonic cultivators act so arrogantly? Even if I die in battle, I will never let them look down on us!”
As he spoke, he once again condensed a green sword in his hand. Although its spiritual power was not as strong as before, the sword contained a strong determination to face death head-on.
Zhao Mu stared at the approaching Zi Yuan, a hint of impatience in his eyes. “Just because you just defeated Mu Baiyi, you think you’re invincible? I suggest you turn back, or you’ll end up with a shattered soul.”