Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 630 - 387: Bloody Battle in the Taoist Platform Realm_2

However, Han Ruyan did not give him the chance. While Elder Zhuang was still dispersing the curses, Han Ruyan had already drifted over.

A pair of lifeless eyes stared at Elder Zhuang, her left hand holding a red lantern, her right hand clutching a brass mirror.

The Big Happiness Lantern cast an ominous light, and under its glow, Elder Zhuang's skin and flesh slowly dissolved, like a melting candle.

In the brass mirror, Elder Zhuang's deathly face surfaced; within the mirror, thousands of Mirror Girls were seen gnawing and tearing at his body, affecting his Primordial Spirit, which was being incessantly pulled, about to be sucked into the mirror, piece by piece devoured.

With the Lantern Ghost and Mirror Girl at hand, Han Ruyan planned to have the ghosts conduct Elder Zhuang's funeral.

"Now!"

But right as Han Ruyan made her move, Elder Zhuang, with the speed of lightning, swallowed an elixir, easing the agony on his face, and suddenly produced a talisman in his hand, burning it into a streak of golden light that swiftly flew towards Su Jie.

The golden light took the form of a stunningly beautiful crow, entirely golden.

"You're too arrogant, and that will be your downfall."

A sneer surfaced on Elder Zhuang's face. This Spiritual Talisman was one of his trump cards, similar in the way talismans are graded just like magic artifacts. A Spiritual Talisman amounted to a full-power strike of a Spiritual Treasure, a more astonishing attack than any magical treasure that not even those in the Taoist Platform Realm could withstand, let alone the Secret Realm.

He attracted Han Ruyan, the terrifying fierce ghost, away from Su Jie by using himself as a lure, creating this deadly opportunity.

Yet, just as the Golden Crow was about to strike, a flash of white light shone on Su Jie's chest, slowing the motion of the Golden Crow flying towards him.

Out of Elder Zhuang's sight, Su Jie had used the Nine-grade Sacred Lotus, which grew four lotus leaves, its prowess ever-increasing.

"Tch! As someone of the Taoist Platform Realm, you're so fond of ambushes, you Righteous sect hypocrites are truly despicable."

The voice suddenly rang out in front of Elder Zhuang, faster than the voice, was a punch thrown by Su Jie.

The punch was blocked by a Protective Sea Pearl Magical Treasure, Elder Zhuang's Protective Dharma Treasure, which he had refrained from using until now.

While Elder Zhuang was caught in doubt, Su Jie did not stop his offensive, his left hand grasping the Wind and Thunder Fan, he swung it directly at Elder Zhuang.

Instantly, winds and thunder roared together, the mad encircling thunder shook the Mid-grade Magical Treasure Green Sea Pearl, but the Low Grade Magical Treasure Wind and Thunder Fan still failed to break through this layer of defense.

Thunder rolled!

Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder struck from the sky, and Zhuang Liangru was shocked and enraged to discover tiny cracks forming in the shield of his Protective Sea Pearl.

Not giving Zhuang Liangru time to react, Su Jie waved his sleeve and a huge, gaping maw with fang-like, spear-sharp teeth emerged menacingly, ready to crush and devour Zhuang Liangru along with his Magical Treasure.

Although Zhuang Liangru's body was retreating, the vast reach of the gaping maw was too great. It bit through the shield of his Protective Sea Pearl, tearing his body apart from the waist and scattering his searing golden blood.

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From a distance, it looked as if a terrifying abyss-like mouth suddenly burst out of Su Jie's sleeve. It was the mouth of the Thousand-Hand Centipede, which had reverted to its original form to coordinate a sneak attack with Su Jie.

"Unfortunately, I'm quite fond of sneak attacks myself, it seems we think alike."

Su Jie looked at the remains of Zhuang Liangru's upper body and a playful smile appeared on his face.

At that moment, Su Jie held a Wind and Thunder Fan in his left hand, and a Purple Jade Umbrella circled around him. Both Low Grade Magical Treasures had been plundered from Wei Ji.

The Thousand-Hand Centipede revealed its true form, with a body length of three hundred meters. Its scale armor glittered with an indestructible luster, like the sturdiest armor covering its robust body.

Roar!

The Thousand-Hand Centipede floated behind Su Jie, its eyes like bright lamps, radiating a disdain for the world, its teeth like sharp swords, and its thick, coral-like dorsal fins fluctuating in brightness with its breathing, emitting intense heat. It had seven sharp, spiral horns on its head pointed skyward, displaying an arrogance unmatched.

Despite its massive size, it moved gracefully in the air, with countless pale corpse hands pressing emptily around it, its body gently swaying in the air, each sway creating massive waves, seemingly capable of overturning rivers.

The Thousand-Hand Centipede chewed, staring fiercely at Zhuang Liangru, like an ancient ferocious beast choosing its prey.

The confrontation was over in an instant, the previously paused action of the Golden Crow Talisman now resumed, exploding in place, as if another sun had appeared in the sky.

Scorching heat waves reached from afar, causing blisters to form on Su Jie's skin. Indeed, it would have been very dangerous if he had been struck by that Golden Crow.

"Seven Refinement Poisonous Insect!"

While Zhuang Liangru staunched the flow of blood and sealed his severed waist, his eyes incredibly red, he was staggered by the mountainous size of the Thousand-Hand Centipede.

Just half a year ago during the major Sect battle, this insect was still a Six Refinement Poisonous Insect. In just half a year, it had advanced to Seven Refinements, a rate of progress that shattered Zhuang Liangru's understanding.

"Elder Zhuang, how much longer can you hold on?"

Su Jie pointed at Zhuang Liangru's body, noting the injuries he had caused, as the poison deepened with each use of his Spiritual Power, turning his entire skin a bizarre black-purple.

From the fight, Su Jie felt that the strength Zhuang Liangru displayed was greatly restricted. Knowing that Magical Treasures also required Spiritual Power to operate, the capabilities of his two Mid-grade Magical Treasures were far from fully utilized due to Zhuang Liangru's limited strength.

"Little devil...."

Zhuang Liangru's breathing was heavy, his fists clenched with bulging veins, infuriated beyond endurance by Su Jie's humiliation, which he found utterly intolerable.

The next moment, Zhuang Liangru's body surged with Spiritual Power, his face distorted with ferocity, looking desperate. In reality, he crushed a Divine Light Talisman and then transformed into a rainbow light, immediately fleeing far away.

"Little devil, today I'll let you off. Once I've recovered, I'll come and settle the score with you."

By the time the voice carried over, Zhuang Liangru was already far away, speeding at supersonic speeds.

Su Jie's lips twitched slightly, then he sneered, "Heh, not even daring to fight to death, and yet you call yourself the Guan Chao Pavilion's Supreme Elder. And you're waiting to recover? Since you've already called me a little devil, I target exactly your kind—old, weak, and sick. Bullying the weak is precisely our Demon Path style."

Su Jie's palm twitched, and a gigantic Ten Thousand Soul Banner appeared.

With both hands, he fiercely waved the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Instantly, it was as if a passage from hell to the human world had opened, with a howling cold wind sweeping across the land.

The sky and earth darkened, mountains of bones rose from the ground, the Netherworld River windingly stretched out, and with a million souls not thriving, the roaring of a million Yin Souls shook the heavens and the earth.

From a distance, it looked like an ink wash landscape was spreading across the mountains, a terrifying formation covering everything, trapping Zhuang Liangru inside it.