Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don’t Call Me a Demon! - Chapter 882 - - 483: husband and wife mixed doubles_2

“Fine, fine, if I can’t kill Su Jie, I’ll deal with you, ghost.”

Murong Yue, incensed by Han Ruyan’s words and Zhang Xinming’s death, acted in anger. With a twist of her jade hand, a Seven Treasures Glaze Brush appeared in her palm.

This Seven Treasures Glaze Brush was a Mid-grade Magical Treasure, inscribed with dense runes, possessing the power of the Array Movement Demon Destruction.

With Murong Yue wielding the Seven Treasures Glaze Brush, she wrote in the void. The characters shone brilliantly, like dazzling stars, descending to suppress Han Ruyan.

Facing the siege of the Righteous Cultivators, the blood-colored wedding dress on Han Ruyan billowed as she gently blew a breath from her vermilion lips.

Boom!

The ground ahead lifted like a carpet blown by Han Ruyan’s breath, transforming rapidly. Red patterns intertwined with golden silk, forming a massive blood-colored wedding dress as tall as a hundred feet, crashing down like a giant wave.

All the attacks from the Righteous Cultivators–magic artifacts, talismans, magic, flying swords, spiritual objects–were blocked by the blood-colored wedding dress, disappearing without a trace like stones cast into the sea.

The Secret Realm Cultivators turned pale; they wondered what kind of terrifying ghost they were dealing with.

“Suppress it for me!”

Murong Yue’s golden characters fell, striking the blood-colored wedding dress like into a hot oil pan, causing a violent reaction.

Yet none of it could stop the overwhelming blood-colored wedding dress. It fell like a surging sea of waves; three Secret Realm Elders who were too slow to escape were engulfed by it, their clothes instantly transforming into white mourning garments. Trembling, they staggered on the waves of the blood-colored wedding dress, becoming living corpses.

“Quite a ghost you are; prepare to die.”

Murong Yue’s face was twisted slightly with anger, her beautiful face showing rage. She pointed the Seven Treasures Glaze Brush fiercely at Han Ruyan.

“Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Qian, Xing!”

Murong Yue chanted the Heavenly Constitution while writing the Nine-character True Words, each word as imposing as mountains and stars.

Her smooth forehead cracked open, channeling Heavenly Might, linking the Primordial Spirit of the God Unification Realm to the Tao River, faintly connected to the stellar forces in the depths of space, forming an Array Map depicting the stars in mid-air.

On the Array Map, nine deities clad in golden robes, crowned like the Star Emperor, appeared, casting cold, emotionless gazes at Han Ruyan, projecting a glow of spiritual power across the stars, transforming into nine hundred-meter-long Heavenly Swords, slicing through the sky, aiming to suppress Han Ruyan.

This power, borrowed from the stars, was the essence of the Heavenly Sword, one of their Ten Thousand Sword Alliance’s ultimate techniques, known as the Star Formation.

Han Ruyan’s gaze turned to Murong Yue, as a Black Moon rose behind her. Standing on the Black Moon, she ascended into the sky, hovering high in the air, with her blood-colored wedding dress fluttering in the wind, unaffected by the sword array’s killing moves.

Rip!

The Black Moon crashed into the Star Formation, sending a massive shockwave that dispersed the clouds, uprooting countless trees from the ground.

Although Han Ruyan’s blood-colored wedding dress exhibited several tears, with cracks appearing on her flesh, it was none the less unstoppable, surging through the Star Formation, wrapping the nine Stellar Heavenly Swords in layers of blood-colored wedding dress, preventing them from launching a strong assault on Han Ruyan.

“How can this be? How is this ghost so powerful?”

Murong Yue’s jade face was full of shock; her Star Formation had previously slain Dao Platform Realm Cultivators, yet it couldn’t trap a single Fierce Ghost.

Rumble!

The retaliation from Han Ruyan came swiftly, as she glanced at the slowly healing blood-colored wedding dress upon her, showcasing her unyielding spirit.

The sky was filled with Big Happiness Lanterns, casting a blood-red glow on the ground, as if draped with a layer of blood over the earth.

On the ground, numerous full-height dressing mirrors stood like a thick forest, reflecting the figures of the Righteous Cultivators.

On the battlefield, a Secret Realm Elder looked at the lanterns above, feeling as if each lantern was an evil eye, constantly observing him, filling his heart with panic and unease.

“Whatever this ghostly thing is, we just need to smash it.”

This Secret Realm Elder thought and acted accordingly, manipulating his flying sword to slice through the lanterns like sugar skewers.

But this Secret Realm Elder failed to notice that as he stared at the Big Happiness Lanterns, the lanterns were also staring back at him.

Thud!

Without warning, at a certain moment, his head suddenly detached from his neck, transforming into a Big Happiness Lantern floating up into the sky, joining the ranks of the countless overhead lanterns, as his headless body wobbled and fell to the ground.

“Run, this ghost is too terrifying!”

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A Secret Realm Elder turned to flee, but his reflection was caught in a dressing mirror. A bizarre scene unfolded: his mirrored reflection smiled and slowly raised a hand, the fingers forming a sword, piercing his own heart.

In reality, the Secret Realm Elder felt excruciating pain in his heart, with a gaping hole appearing in his chest, collapsing to the ground in disbelief with a thud.

Immediately, the reflection in the mirror, with its eerie smile, continued to stretch its hand toward its head, slowly squeezing it until it distorted.

“No… no…”

In the face of this despairing cry from the Secret Realm Elder, his head suddenly exploded with a bang, spreading red and white matter all over the ground.