Mu Qingxiao looked straight ahead at Qi Hao, who was holding the Ice Sword. His eyes flashed with disdain.
If his opponent was a cultivator of the same level or a cultivator with a cultivation base weaker than him, the frost in the entire arena would be able to provide him with a great support effect.
However, Mu Qingxiao's cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Realm. Qi Hao's ice would not have any effect on him. Instead, it would restrict his movements.
"Ha!"
Qi Hao held the Ice Sword and shouted. The ice on the ground seemed to be summoned by him and spread toward Mu Qingxiao.
"Crack, crack, crack …"
Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding disciples, the ice froze Mu Qingxiao's calf at a speed visible to the naked eye. It did not show any signs of stopping and spread all the way up.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Qingxiao had turned into an ice sculpture and stood quietly in the arena. His calm smile could be seen through the ice.
"Wow!"
In an instant, the surrounding disciples of the Qing Yun Men were in an uproar. They thought it would be a fierce battle, but they did not expect it to be so one-sided. In front of Qi Hao, Mu Qingxiao did not even have a chance to fight back!
"Senior Brother Qi is indeed the number one of the Dragon Head Frontline. He's so powerful."
"Junior Brother Mu is too arrogant. He didn't even dodge Senior Brother Qi Hao's attack …"
"I think he's scared out of his wits. Where's that arrogant aura from before?"
Holding the Ice Sword, Qi Hao was a little surprised. He did not expect Mu Qingxiao to not even be able to take one of his attacks. He snorted disdainfully and said, "That's all there is to it."
At the same time, he felt a little regretful. Mu Qingxiao could not even take one of his attacks. Naturally, there would be no more battles. He did not dare to kill him in front of everyone.
The various Chiefs were watching from the high platform. He did not dare to be presumptuous.
At the same time, the various Chiefs in the arena looked at each other. It was the first time they had encountered such a situation. Mu Qingxiao did not even dodge the enemy's attack. What kind of trick was this?
At the same time, the Chief who had high hopes for the Innate Spiritual Body was also extremely disappointed. They had thought that they would be able to see the Innate Spiritual Body display its might, but they did not expect it to be so weak.
Reverend DaoXuan also shook his head imperceptibly. On Daoist Cang Song's face hung a faintly discernible smile, and said, "Looks like, this competition is my Dragon Head Peak's victory."
"Hmph!"
Tian BuYi snorted coldly, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He never thought that it would end up like this, and for a moment, he felt a little embarrassed.
"Let Martial Nephew Qi Hao release the ice."
Reverend DaoXuan nodded slightly. Just as Daoist Cang Song was about to open his mouth to signal, suddenly, the smile on his face froze, a sudden change occurred!
"Crack, crack crack …"
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings quickly quieted down. Everyone's gazes were cast towards the arena. The crisp sound of something shattering was extremely loud.
A crack appeared on the ice crystal. The crack spread in all directions until it looked like a spider web.
"Bang!"
Under everyone's perplexed gaze, the ice crystal instantly exploded. Mu Qingxiao's mouth held a faintly discernible smile, standing on the arena unscathed.
"Only in appearance, flashy but without substance."
"You …!"
Hearing Mu Qingxiao's piercing words, Qi Hao had the urge to vomit blood. Although his ice seal move was not strong, but it was not completely useless.
But the latter casually broke it, it was simply a slap to his face!
Below the arena, there was a burst of shouting and cursing, especially the disciples of Dragon Head Peak who refined the imitation Frost Sword. The cursing was even more intense.
On the high platform, Tian BuYi's face was solemn, but his heart was slightly relieved. Reverend DaoXuan and each faction's heads did not know what expression to make.
Mu Qingxiao shook his head slightly, and did not intend to continue this farce.
If he wanted to kill Qi Hao, it would be as easy as snapping his fingers. But with each faction's heads watching, he did not want to be too shocking, so as to not affect the subsequent mission.
His hands formed a seal, and a weak aura spread out to the surroundings. Suddenly, the surrounding terrifying spiritual energy gathered.
On the high platform, Reverend DaoXuan stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief, muttering, "Peak of Jade Clear Realm ninth level!"
Reverend Cang Song clenched his fists, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the figure on the arena.
Tian BuYi's solemn face, for the first time, showed an excited expression, his whole body uncontrollably trembling.
The aura emitted from Mu Qingxiao just now, was naturally captured by each faction's heads. Each faction's head's heart beat wildly. This aura was without a doubt peak of Jade Clear Realm ninth level, even higher than Qi Hao's cultivation by a bit.
Five years, they clearly remembered that Mu Qingxiao had only entered the Qing Yun Men for five years!
If someone told them that a disciple cultivated 'Tai Chi Mystic Pure Dao' to peak of Jade Clear Realm ninth level in five years, they would not believe it no matter what.
But now, the truth was right in front of their eyes. Any dispute would be futile. Each faction's heads all had the words' peerless monster 'in mind!
On the arena, Qi Hao held the Frost Sword, his gaze was unprecedentedly serious, as if he was facing a great enemy. Because he felt that the aura emitted from Mu Qingxiao's body was not inferior to his.
Qi Hao clenched his teeth. He originally thought that his talent was above others, but now his self-esteem suffered ten thousand points of damage.
The surrounding Qing Yun Men disciples were so shocked that they could not close their mouths. Even the insults from the Dragon Head Frontline disciples disappeared.
They had gathered some basic information, and knew that Mu Qingxiao had entered the Qing Yun Men for more than five years. But they did not expect that the handsome youth on the arena had such cultivation!
Qi Hao cultivated for a hundred years and was only at Jade Clear Realm ninth level. And the youth in front of them only used five years to reach the peak of Jade Clear Realm ninth level. The difference between the two was obvious.
The disciples who were hurling insults shut their mouths, afraid that they would be retaliated against.
At this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered at Mu Qingxiao's fingertips. She said calmly, "I took one of your attacks just now. How about you take one of mine now?"
Without waiting for Qi Hao's reply, Mu Qingxiao flicked her finger. The spiritual energy gathered at one point rushed toward Qi Hao at lightning speed.
Qi Hao was worthy of being the number one disciple of the Dragon Head Frontline. His reaction was quite fast. The Frost Sword was placed in front of his chest, emitting a fluorescent light. He activated his technique, trying to block the attack with all his might.
The terrifying spiritual energy rushed over. The moment it collided with the Frost Sword, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a sinister smile.
"Boom!"
In a split second, a strong force bombarded the Frost Sword. Qi Hao's pupils contracted violently. Fear flashed in his eyes, and he was unwilling to give up.
Before he could react, his body was lifted off the ground and he flew out uncontrollably.
Puff …
In mid-air, Qi Hao's face turned from white to red. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking dispirited, he flew out of the arena with the Frost Sword.
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