Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 884 - 484: Pursuing the Fugitive

Zhong Xinpeng saw the combination of Su Jie, Ghost Bride, and Thousand-Handed Centipede, his face as dark as a pot’s bottom.

The tragic death of Murong Yue just now, along with Su Jie’s appearance here, proved that Liu Guanlin had most likely also met his end.

"You demon, hiding so deeply, you’ve already ascended to the Taoist Platform Realm."

Zhong Xinpeng grit his teeth. Su Jie’s cultivation level was at the Dao Platform Realm, something they had not anticipated at all.

It was precisely because of this oversight that they spread out to chase him, giving Su Jie a chance to defeat them one by one.

"If I didn’t hide well, how could I lure you all in?"

Su Jie twisted his neck, looking up and down at Zhong Xinpeng, and sneered: "Now that Murong Yue and Liu Guanlin are already dead, you wouldn’t want them to be lonely, would you? I’ll send you down to join them now."

"Just you?"

Zhong Xinpeng snorted coldly, his aura burst forth, the Spirit Power of a Taoist Platform Realm Fourth Level surge like a mountain collapse or a tsunami, making one feel an unparalleled might.

As he spoke, Zhong Xinpeng’s right hand caressed the Divine Firm Sword in his palm; this Flying Sword was a top-grade magic treasure, valued at over tens of millions of Spirit Stones. At this moment, the sword blade emitted fluctuating light, making the world around it crystal clear, chilling one’s heart.

"Husband, his soul would be very suitable for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

Han Ruyan’s dead cold eyes fixed on Zhong Xinpeng, the Big Happiness Lantern transformed by the Lantern Ghost filled the clouds, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was lightly waved by Han Ruyan, seemingly sealing Zhong Xinpeng’s fate.

Buzz!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede also let out an excited cry, its huge insect eyes brimming with ferocity, its five-hundred-meter-long body and deep, blood-red maw floating like a mountain, its fierce aura shook the heavens.

"Wife, you are right, being the Supreme Elder of Guan Chao Pavilion, his soul is indeed fit to be the primary soul of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

As Su Jie spoke, his gaze turned to Zhong Xinpeng simultaneously.

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Su Jie’s pupils transformed into a pale purple in the depths, where two Purple Light Rays soared.

Zhong Xinpeng’s Divine Firm Sword automatically protected its master, and the Sword Qi cancelled out the Purple Light Rays halfway.

"Hmph, petty tricks. Do you really think I’m like Murong Yue and Liu Guanlin? Today I’ll show you the foundation of our Guan Chao Pavilion as the leader of the Qingzhou Righteous Sect."

With the Divine Firm Sword encircling him, Zhong Xinpeng clasped both hands together and shouted angrily.

"Heavenly Might!"

"Heavenly Might!"

Su Jie moved almost in sync with Zhong Xinpeng, similarly using a signature move of the Taoist Platform Realm, his brow cracked open as his Primordial Spirit connected with the Tao River, harnessing the power of nature.

Rumble!

The nearby nature’s spiritual energy was in chaos, with howling hurricanes, the ground swelling, scorching magma erupting, and tsunamis raising giant waves, crushing everything.

One was at the Dao Platform Realm Fourth Level, the other at the Taoist Platform Realm Second Level, but in terms of controlling Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power, or natural heavenly might, Su Jie was not far behind Zhong Xinpeng.

This was due to Su Jie’s Purple Cloud Thunder Body, and his stable and solid foundation, with Spiritual Power far exceeding that of cultivators of the same level.

"Heavenly Might—The Anger of Fiery Rivers!"

Nonetheless, Zhong Xinpeng, being the Supreme Elder of Guan Chao Pavilion, after wielding heavenly might and controlling various natural disasters, didn’t immediately attack Su Jie but instead combined all the natural heavenly might.

Magma flowed into the tsunami, the wind cyclone stirred the tidal waves, and divine thunder scattered amidst the tsunami like swimming dragons.

In an instant, a gigantic flaming river of fury hung high in the sky, sweeping toward Su Jie, against which Su Jie’s released heavenly might barely could withstand.

"Indeed, much stronger than Murong Yue and Liu Guanlin, as expected from Guan Chao Pavilion."

Seeing this scene, Su Jie had the leisure to sigh that the elders emerging from Guan Chao Pavilion, the top Sect in Qingzhou, were tougher than those from other sects.

As Su Jie spoke, the Thousand-Handed Centipede under him roared, its bloody maw agape, and its massive body confronted the advance head-on. Pieces of scale armor as large as millstones revealed incomplete Dao patterns as it plunged into the flaming river of fury.

The five-hundred-meter-long Thousand-Handed Centipede resembled a whale diving into a small pond; the flaming river of anger couldn’t contain the Thousand-Handed Centipede at all.

Although the physical body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede was also damaged by the flaming river of fury, its colossal size, and the transformation of its body into fire, water, thunder, metal, among other elements, along with its sturdy defense and terrifying self-healing power, made such damage unable to genuinely threaten the centipede.

"Top Grade Eight Refinement Gu, hmm, this body..."

Zhong Xinpeng’s eyes were nearly popping out, as he clearly noticed the unusual state of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, appearing like a Tao Chaos Creature, which was why his heavenly might had little real effect on the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

"Curse!"

Before Zhong Xinpeng could recover from the shock of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, a cold female voice sounded from behind him.

On Zhong Xinpeng’s neck, dark green handprints crept up, squeezing his neck so tightly that it creaked. A weaker cultivator would have had their neck already snapped.

"You female ghost, how daring."

Zhong Xinpeng stamped his feet, and ten thousand verdant sea waves emerged from the void, while on the ground, volcanoes erupted, forming a fiery sea in the sky above, with Verdant Sea pressing down and fiery sea attacking from below, as if intending to make Han Ruyan into a sandwich.

Han Ruyan gently flicked her blood-colored wedding dress, which rapidly expanded to block the Verdant Sea and fiery sea.

While defending, Han Ruyan continued to pursue Chen Sheng, the curse descended, and two lines of blood tears flowed from Zhong Xinpeng’s eyes, with his clothes showing a tendency to turn into mourning garments.

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