The White Tiger Valley Master said in a low voice: “A demonic cultivator at the ninth grade of the Earth Immortal realm is considered top-tier among the younger generation. Leng Yun is one small realm behind, it’s too hard to win.”
In the battlefield, Leng Yun’s face became increasingly pale.
Although the Han Xiao Nine Styles were strong, each style consumed a large amount of spiritual power, while Mu Baiyi’s demonic qi seemed inexhaustible, with his attacks becoming fiercer.
“Ninth style: Han Tian Po!”
Leng Yun roared in anger, injecting his last trace of spiritual power into the long sword. The long sword transformed into a huge ice dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Mu Baiyi.
This was his strongest strike, also his final trump card.
A trace of solemnity flashed in Mu Baiyi’s eyes, then the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.
He fiercely thrust the long spear into the ground, forming seals with both hands: “Mo Ying Shi Hun!”
Black demonic qi surged wildly from his body, condensing into countless twisted black shadows that entangled and fought with the ice dragon.
Although the ice dragon was strong, the black shadows were like maggots on bones, constantly eroding the ice dragon’s body, soon gnawing it to pieces.
“Puff!”
Leng Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying unsteadily.
With the ice dragon broken, his spiritual power was completely exhausted.
Mu Baiyi slowly walked towards Leng Yun, the long spear pointing straight at his throat: “I said, the Martial List ranking is rubbish.”
“Stop!”
Wu Yue couldn’t help shouting, but was stopped by Wu Hao.
Wu Hao’s face was solemn: “This is a fair duel, we cannot interfere.”
Leng Yun gritted his teeth, wanting to struggle to stand up, but found his whole body powerless.
He looked at Mu Baiyi’s icy gaze, his heart filled with unwillingness, yet helpless.
“Die!”
Mu Baiyi fiercely thrust the spear, the long spear carrying a deadly aura piercing towards Leng Yun’s heart.
At this critical moment, a golden light suddenly shot from the direction of Lei Yin Guan, with a “clang” hitting the long spear, deflecting it.
Mu Baiyi was startled, turned his head to look, only to see Chen Ping standing at the entrance of Lei Yin Guan, looking at him with a cold expression.
“Chen Ping!”
Xue Wuying said through gritted teeth, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes.
Mu Baiyi frowned: “Who are you? Dare to spoil my plans!”
Chen Ping ignored him, instead flashing to Leng Yun’s side, injecting a strand of divine dragon power into his body.
Leng Yun immediately felt a warmth throughout his body, his strength gradually recovering somewhat.
“Thank you, fellow Daoist.” Leng Yun said gratefully.
Chen Ping nodded, turned his head to look at Mu Baiyi: “It’s just a duel, why must you kill?”
Mu Baiyi snorted coldly: “Losers have no right to live.”
“Is that so?” Chen Ping’s eyes turned cold, emitting a powerful aura from his body, “Then I’d like to see if you have the ability to make me unable to live either.”
Mu Baiyi felt a chill in his heart, he could sense that the aura on Chen Ping was very strong, even stronger than his own.
But he was after all a ninth-grade Earth Immortal realm demonic cultivator, not one to be easily intimidated.
He gripped the long spear tightly, looking vigilantly at Chen Ping: “You want to stand up for him?”
“Not standing up for him, but I don’t want to see someone indiscriminately killing innocents in front of me.”
Chen Ping said indifferently, “If you want to continue the fight, I can play with you.”
Mu Baiyi was about to agree, but was stopped by Shi Hun Zun.
Shi Hun Zun looked at Chen Ping, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes: “You are from the dragon clan?”
“None of your business.” Chen Ping said coldly.
Shi Hun Zun smiled: “Interesting, after ten thousand years, the Sixth Heaven has actually produced someone from the dragon clan. However, today’s duel is not over yet, if you want to fight, wait until our people have finished.”
Chen Ping glanced at Wu Hao, saw Wu Hao nod, then retreated to the side.
Leng Yun also wisely returned to the mountainside.
Mu Baiyi looked triumphantly at Chen Ping, then shouted provocatively at the cultivators on the mountainside: “Who else wants to come up and seek death?”
The cultivators on the mountainside looked at each other, no one dared to step forward easily.
