Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 890 - 486: The Power of the Blood Sea (Supplement for Yesterday)_2

Chapter 890: Chapter 486: The Power of the Blood Sea (Supplement for Yesterday)_2

Seeing this, Wei Lanchen did not let Liu Cheng make another move, his face dark as he watched Su Jie take action.

Wei Qingwan wanted to escape, but it was too late. In an instant, she fell behind Su Jie, who pinched her nape as if grasping a small cat.

"Su Jie, you wicked devil, this is Qing Province, my sect is nearby. If you dare act recklessly like this, the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance will not let you off..."

Held in Su Jie’s hand, Wei Qingwan’s entire body was bound by pale corpse hands, only able to let out helpless fury.

"Catching one is the same as catching two. Let your Ten Thousand Sword Alliance prepare the ransom."

Su Jie sneered coldly, then looked towards Qin Mengying, who was planning to retreat.

Qin Mengying sensed something was wrong and said, "I am Qin Mengying of the Fire Cloud Palace. My Fire Cloud Palace has no old grudges with you, nor recent disputes."

"Fire Cloud Palace? Well, that’s no conflict."

Su Jie stroked his chin, looking Qin Mengying up and down.

Qin Mengying felt a chill in her body, as if someone had stripped her naked. She chided lightly, "Sir, a twisted melon is not sweet."

Inwardly, Qin Mengying lamented bitterly, thinking Su Jie was attracted by her beauty, and that with the nature of a demon cultivator, he would certainly do such a thing.

Not to boast, but she was confident in her looks and figure, admired throughout Qing Province. Su Jie’s intention to forcibly take her as his wife in captivity was the only possibility Qin Mengying could think of.

Su Jie was momentarily stunned and raised his eyebrow, saying, "Oh, since you put it that way, I must try whether a twisted melon is sweet or not."

"Very sweet!"

Suddenly, a cold and faint voice came from behind Su Jie. Han Ruyan descended from the sky, providing the answer for Su Jie, though her gaze was a bit unnerving.

"Ha, haha, just kidding."

Su Jie instantly returned to his serious demeanor, almost forgetting that Han Ruyan was still there.

Qin Mengying was quite frightened, her hand gripping the sword at her waist, ready for a final desperate struggle.

"Evil Su, die at my hands."

Due to the delay, reinforcements from the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance mountain gate finally arrived.

In the sky dome above, dozens of rays of escape light flew towards Su Jie.

Leading them were three Taoist Platform Realm experts, the rest were Secret Realm Elders.

The Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, as the second in command in Qing Province, was able to contend with the Fire Cloud Palace. This strength was not lacking, otherwise, they wouldn’t hold the second position.

They emerged from emergency seclusion upon hearing Zhong Xinpeng’s loud shout before his death.

"Elder, you are doomed."

In Su Jie’s hand, Wei Qingwan was overjoyed to see the sect elders arrive, feeling she was finally saved.

"A tough opponent."

Su Jie took a glance, accelerated, and grabbed Qin Mengying.

Although Qin Mengying wanted to resist, her flying sword was unsheathed, but the low-grade magic treasure flying sword was caught single-handedly by Su Jie. She was slapped mercilessly by Su Jie and landed on the Thousand-Handed Centipede. Wei Qingwan was also thrown up there, confined by the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

"You despicable scoundrel, bullying the weak."

Qin Mengying’s face flushed with anger. Su Jie, a Taoist Platform Realm, bullied her, a Fourth Layer of the Secret Realm, without any hint of a strongman’s demeanor.

"Sir, where are you planning to go? Stay here."

At this moment, at Wei Lanchen’s indication, Liu Cheng suddenly blocked Su Jie’s path. He was timid earlier, now trembling again.

Upon hearing this, Su Jie’s eyes turned cold.

"Beloved wife!"

Han Ruyan’s black hair surged, like a black waterfall, rolling towards Wei Lanchen.

Liu Cheng immediately countered, blocking in front of Wei Lanchen.

"Humph, prince, is it? Next time we meet, I will not be so lenient."

Su Jie glanced at the prince Wei Lanchen, snapped his fingers, and rode the Thousand-Handed Centipede to flee.

Behind him, numerous experts from the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance pursued relentlessly. Upon learning of the deaths of Zhang Xinming and Murong Yue, the entire Ten Thousand Sword Alliance was in a rage, determined to execute Su Jie.

The thousand-hand centipede darted swiftly ahead. As a top-grade Eight Refinement Gu worm, its speed was not particularly advantageous compared to a Daoist Platform Realm cultivator, but its endurance was unmatched. It could maintain its top speed for an extended period, a feat beyond the ordinary cultivator.

However, the thousand-hand centipede’s sheer size made it too conspicuous in the sky, and since Qing Province was the territory of the Righteous sects, during the escape, it was unclear what method the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance used to notify other righteous sects. Su Jie saw many righteous cultivators joining the pursuit, making the hunting party increasingly vast.

Su Jie quickly realized this issue, furrowing his brows as he spoke, "This is truly troublesome; I’ll have to hold them off."

"I’ll go."

Han Ruyan stood up, about to go intercept them.

"Let me handle it. I’m better at keeping things discreet, and they won’t be able to catch me."

Su Jie shook his head, turned around, and descended from the thousand-hand centipede, standing alone at the rear of the group.

"Vile demon, meet your end."

A middle-aged man in blue, exuding an astonishing aura, was the first to approach.

This was Situ Hao, the Great Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, a formidable Fifth Layer Daoist Platform Realm expert. Seeing Su Jie abandon escape, he attacked in anger, wielding a Nine-Colored Treasure Seal adorned with complex ancient engravings. As the seal descended, it felt like a towering mountain pressing down, the space around it cracking under the intense pressure.

His rage was due to the fact that Su Jie had killed Murong Yue, who was his Taoist partner.

Bang!

Su Jie’s body exploded under the treasure seal, transforming into a mist of blood in the sky.

"Dead."

Two escaping figures appeared shortly after, both dignified men carrying flying swords. They were elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, named Liang Weichi and Yan Tianlei, both of the Third Level Daoist Platform Realm.

"Be careful of any tricks."

Hong Hansi, the current sect master of Eagle Peak Valley in Qing Province, also pursued, belonging to the First Layer Daoist Platform Realm. Eagle Peak Valley was on good terms with the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance and rushed over to aid without a second thought.

Almost as Hong Hansi finished speaking, the blood mist, which Su Jie had transformed into, rapidly expanded in the void, resembling a vast red cloud. From the void emerged a torrential blood sea, rising in mere seconds.

Above the blood sea, thunder and lightning flashed, glowing crimson under the sunlight. The endless blood appeared to boil, rolling turbulently. Blood droplets shattered on the surface, spraying blood flowers, the air thick with a nauseating stench, devoid of life, echoing only death and destruction.

"This is... the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill..."

Situ Hao was well-traveled and had visited Chongzhou; he immediately recognized it as the renowned Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill, the core technique of the Blood Demon Cave.

"How many has this devil slaughtered?"

Although he recognized the skill’s origins, Situ Hao had never seen such an exaggerated blood sea—like a vast ocean. It was unfathomable how much blood was drained from innocents to cultivate to this extent.

The other three Daoist Platform Realm cultivators also slightly changed expressions, and the Secret Realm Elders who arrived were even more astonished, their mouths agape at the billowing blood sea.

"Kekekekeke! Righteous sect scum, if you wish to kill me, show me your might."

A gigantic human face emerged over the blood sea, resembling Su Jie. Su Jie had unveiled his true trump card.

"Come, embrace the blood sea, and welcome death."

Amidst maniacal laughter, the blood sea surged, layered in a thousand waves, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand. Ferociously, it bore down upon the righteous cultivators.

Like a wild army galloping, the deafening roar struck fear into the heart.

"Nine Sword Seals, calm the storm!"

Situ Hao wielded the top-grade magic treasure Nine Sword Seals, its brilliance like a dazzling sun, evaporating the impacting blood sea around him.

The other three Daoist Platform Realm cultivators likewise employed magical treasures and spells, barely managing to fend off the blood sea.

Liang Weichi and Yan Tianlei, both at the Third Level Daoist Platform Realm, simultaneously wielded mid-grade magical flying swords. The sword light merely cleaved a hundred meters into the blood sea, insignificant against its vastness, the swords sizzling with corrosion as spirit light became tainted, diminishing in power.

Hong Hansi from the First Layer Daoist Platform was thrown into multiple somersaults by the impact, his body covered by the blood sea, corroded into a pitted condition.

The Secret Realm Elders, needless to say, were like fragile paper in the face of the blood sea’s onslaught, mercilessly swallowed and dissolved within moments, becoming part of the blood sea.

The boundless blood sea seemed a ravenous beast, devouring all in its path. Powerful magic artifacts appeared as mere toys, crushed mercilessly by the blood waves, breaking to pieces.

Spells cast into the blood sea were consumed without a trace, unable to stir much of a ripple.

Wherever the blood sea passed, lamentation filled the earth, and in a blink, over ten Secret Realm Elders were engulfed, turned into blood, even their Primordial Spirits dissolved by the blood sea.

The sky and blood merged into one, the whole world seemingly left in the red grip of despair.

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