Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me A Demon!
/ Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 453
Chapter 453: Chapter 303: Dual Secret Stash (First Update)_2
Elder Bian Yannan gave a confident smile, his gaze towards Su Jie entirely that of a predator eyeing its prey.
In Elder Bian's view, his cultivation level at the Secret Realm Second Level had surely secured his victory over Su Jie, who must have just been promoted, not even reaching the First Level of the Secret Realm, having only the realm's name without a single refined Primordial Spirit in his body.
As long as he moved quickly, he could easily subdue Su Jie and then present him to Zhuang Liangru to claim a reward, without the slightest intention of sharing the spoils with Zhang Xin.
“You guys are going a bit too far!”
While Su Jie was distractedly controlling the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, he heard the conversation between Bian Yannan and Zhang Xin. It seemed that since he entered the Secret Realm, he hadn't revealed his strength, and the death of Zou Minzun remained unknown; no one was aware of his actual combat capabilities.
However, this was just perfect for him, as there was no longer worry that the two would flee first which would have been somewhat troubling to pursue.
“Hm, Demon Cultivator, simply accept your fate and surrender to 'Canglang Technique'!”
Elder Bian chanted the spell, activating the “Canglang Technique” scripture of Guan Chao Pavilion, which was imbued into the Sky Sea Gang Sword.
This Sky Sea Gang Sword was specially refined to work in tandem with the Canglang Technique, enhancing the Flying Sword's power to the next level.
The clouds in the sky seemed to transform into a vast azure ocean with layers of mist shimmering with a sparkling light as the Sky Sea Gang Sword disappeared into the mist.
The next moment, myriad Flying Swords shot forth from the sea of clouds, forming a blue dragon of sword light with teeth and claws bared, roaring through the void and tearing through the clouds, aiming straight for Su Jie.
“Xiao Qian!”
With a stern face, Su Jie shouted out loud.
In terms of sword fighting, Su Jie was indeed a bit inferior. Ghost Ridge Palace did not focus on Flying Swords, and the Mid-grade Sword Nourishing Gourd provided only limited support to the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword.
Unless Su Jie was willing to use his Primordial Spirit, imbue the spirit into the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword to control it with his mind, he would be able to suppress the opponent.
But with Zhang Xin also present, Su Jie dared not let his Primordial Spirit leave his body, leaving his immobile physical shell on the spot.
Even with the protection of the Ghost Bride and the thousand-hand centipede, if the opponent had some ace up their sleeve, Su Jie wouldn't be able to respond, and his physical body would become a sitting duck.
So Su Jie made the more cautious choice and saw no need to vie with the opponent over sword fighting prowess.
He was a Gu Master who played with insects; insects were his main field of expertise.
Upon hearing Su Jie's call, the thousand-hand centipede flapped its six pairs of wings and, amid the gasps of numerous Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples, performed a somersault, shedding the many disciples from its back and heading straight for the sword light dragon.
“Save me!”
“Ahhhh!”
“I'm going to fall to my death!”
The Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples felt their souls about to leave their bodies, seeing the ground rushing up to meet them and thinking they were about to be smashed to death, becoming innocent victims of the Secret Realm confrontation.
However, at this moment, from Su Jie's Insect Control Bag at his waist, over a million low-grade human-faced moths flew out.
The human-faced moths clung tightly together, forming a thick insect blanket and wrapping up the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples, cushioning their fall to the ground.
These grounded Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples had hardly caught their breath when they came face-to-face with Righteous Disciples from Ding 12's camp.
After an awkward few seconds, almost as if by instinct, both sides armed themselves and charged into battle against each other.
Similarly, Su Jie's over a million human-faced moths formed a rolling insect cloud, choosing to charge head-on, ferociously biting and devouring every Righteous Disciple.
Human-faced moths, considered among the most common and inferior of poisonous insects, underwent a transformation into something far more ominous when their numbers swelled.
Especially since the ordinary disciples largely lacked means to combat hordes, the human-faced moths completely disregarded all opposition. Even if some were killed, with their terrifying numbers, the resistance of the Righteous Disciples hardly made a splash, and in the blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the swarm.
As they were enveloped by the swarm, the Righteous Disciples screamed in agony, but their cries lasted only for a few short seconds, after which there was silence, for their bodies had been gnawed to the bone by the human-faced moths.
Many Righteous Disciples could only struggle to support themselves using Protection Magic Shields, yet they were still damaged by the corrosive acid from the human-faced moths, not to mention the presence of a significant number of low-grade and mid-grade human-faced moths among them.
These low-grade and mid-grade human-faced moths, meticulously cultivated by Su Jie, were like generals within the swarm, specifically targeting those hard nuts to crack.
Facing those inner disciples from the Righteous sects, these low and middle-grade poisonous insects would swarm up in large numbers, cooperating with the massive human-faced moths to tear the enemy to shreds.
The disciples of Ghost Ridge Palace, who were somewhat uneasy at first, found that they had become mere bystanders, as the entire ground battlefield was completely dominated by the human-faced moths.
Wherever the Insect Cloud passed, the ground was left barren, hardly giving them any opportunity to take a shot.
“Damn it, how dare you bully the weak as a Secret Realm holder and slaughter the disciples,”
Seeing this scene, Zhang Xin became furious, witnessing his own side's disciples being killed in great numbers, no longer able to sit still and deciding to strike back hard at the disciples of Ghost Ridge Palace.
With his cultivation of the Secret Realm, killing ordinary disciples was as easy as slaughtering chickens.
“Elder Zhang, come to my aid, this rascal is very tricky,”
However, just as Zhang Xin was preparing to strike back, he suddenly heard Bian Yannan's anxious call for help.
Zhang Xin's face froze in shock, only to see that the Sword Light Green Dragon he had formed using the Sky Sea Gang Sword was now at an absolute disadvantage.
The Sword Light Green Dragon, in its clash with the thousand-hand centipede, found that the centipede's body was incredibly hard; even the colliding dragon could only inflict a few dozen centimeters of wounds.
Such wounds would be fatal on a normal person, but on a centipede that was 120 meters long, it was hardly more than a scratch on the surface, and the healing speed of the creature was even faster than the rate of injury.
After being injured, the mid-grade Six Refinement poisonous insect became thoroughly enraged.
Its pale corpse hands broke off one after another, firmly grasping the sword light of the Sword Light Green Dragon. Although the corpse hands were continually torn apart, they multiplied even faster.
In just a few breaths, the Sword Light Green Dragon was completely engulfed by corpse hands, which kept collapsing inward, utterly extinguishing the sword light and exposing the true form of the Sky Sea Gang Sword.
Bian Yannan was just about to retrieve the Flying Sword when the thousand-hand centipede opened its gaping maw, its two sets of razor-sharp fangs clamping down securely on the Sky Sea Gang Sword, leaving Bian Yannan unable to control it and free it from the centipede's gaping maw.
Instead, the top-grade Flying Sword emanated snapping crackling sounds, with fine cracks appearing on the sword body, seemingly about to be crushed by the thousand-hand centipede.
Bian Yannan, now panicking with a paler face, continuously threw out several magic artifacts and talismans. The grade of these artifacts and talismans wasn't high enough, and the thousand-hand centipede didn't even bother to give them a second glance, outright ignoring them as they posed no significant harm.
In this situation, Bian Yannan had no choice but to cast his magic while calling for Zhang Xin's help, with his previous claims of being able to suppress Su Jie now a laughable matter.
“Elder Bian, didn't you say you could handle it yourself? Why do you need to ask me for help?”
Zhang Xin initially spoke with a mocking tone, but upon actually assessing the situation, he was incredulous.
Bian Yannan had the cultivation of the second level of the Secret Realm, and even if Su Jie had ascended to the Secret Realm, it hadn't been for long, so how could he possibly fight against Bian Yannan?
Yet such an event was truly unfolding in front of him, and Zhang Xin had to believe it, a sense of unease inexplicably growing inside him.
Because his own strength was only at the first level of the Secret Realm, weaker than Bian Yannan's, if he couldn't suppress this little devil…
“What an arrogant devil, take my Thunder Skill bombardment!”
With that thought in mind, Zhang Xin did not dare to be negligent, nor did he have any thoughts left to mock Bian Yannan. He activated the fundamental mental method of the Purple Mist Sect, the Wanxiang Heavenly Power True Method, borrowing Heavenly Might for his own use.
Dark clouds shrouded the sky dome, pressing down with thunder brewing inside, tearing into a long river of lightning, mightily striking towards Su Jie.
Su Jie looked up at the river of lightning and sneered coldly, “Child's play.”
Boom!
Around Su Jie, thousands of thunderbolts burst forth, forming a blossoming thunder lotus of extreme beauty filled with the aura of destruction, effortlessly annihilating the encroaching river of lightning and flowing in reverse to strike Zhang Xin directly.
Zhang Xin wanted to dodge, but it was too late; his body's flow of blood and spiritual power had not yet settled, simply put, he hadn't recovered from the cooldown state of his previous powerful spell, and both his speed and reaction were more than a beat slower.
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