Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

This is a Flying Sword, a Low Grade Magical Treasure named the Canghai Sword, bestowed by the elders of the sect. Such a grade of magical treasure is unaffordable for most of the Secret Realm, indicating how valued Zhang Xinming is within the sect, worthy of his Immortal Seed status.

Facing the incoming Canghai Sword, Su Jie calmly extended two fingers, pinching it lightly.

Zhang Xinming's face changed abruptly because the Canghai Sword he controlled was gently pinched by Su Jie's two fingers, unable to advance even an inch.

"It's a good sword; just the owner's power is lacking a bit. Why not let me keep it for you?"

Su Jie chuckled, one hand behind his back, while the other held the Canghai Sword. Countless arms emerged from Su Jie's shoulder, wrapping the Low Grade Magical Treasure into a bundle that Zhang Xinming could never reclaim.

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Xinming's face turned black; he never thought his Flying Sword would be taken like this one day. The Flying Sword is the Sword Cultivator's life; this scene reddened his eyes out of shock and irritation.

Next moment, Zhang Xinming blended with his sword, his Primordial Spirit transformed into the sword edge, rushing towards Su Jie with abandon.

At the same time, Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng took action.

Su Jie's expression remained unchanged, reversing his hand with a press.

Five Elements Demon Suppressing Handprint!

Spiritual Energy formed into a gigantic hand, striking Zhang Xinming from the sky into dust. Su Jie, almost invincible at his level, had now advanced to the Taoist Platform Realm; defeating Zhang Xinming, a Cultivator at the Secret Realm Third Level, was as easy as a father beating his son, requiring no tricks, suppressing him effortlessly.

"Hah, devil, halt your madness."

Jiang Lin threw out Prayer Beads, the beads spinning continuously as Jiang Lin punched through them. His stature instantly enlarged ten thousand times; his fist, like a small mountain, smashed heavily towards Su Jie, seemingly wanting to crush him into mince.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha says, the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn back to find the shore. Mr. Su, cease your action."

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, behind him floated a colossal phantom apparition of Buddha, which suddenly opened its eyes, firing two golden beams that shot like divine columns piercing through the heavens, shaking the hearts of men.

Su Jie raised a finger, casually flicking it.

Boom!

What erupted from Su Jie's finger was Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, blasting Jiang Lin's mountain-like fist and tearing it to pieces.

Simultaneously, Su Jie's eyes emitted Purple Light Rays, directly obliterating the divine radiance of the Buddha, penetrating all the way through to explode the phantom apparition's head.

Phut!

He Wenfeng spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura withered.

Jiang Lin retracted his shrunk right fist, covered with wounds, almost without a piece of intact skin, with broken knuckles exposing chilling white bones.

With casual grace, Su Jie repelled the combined attack of Zhang Xinming, Jiang Lin, and He Wenfeng.

From beginning to end, Su did not move even a step, with his right hand always behind his back, using only his left hand to face the enemies. This indicated that Su Jie's strength completely overwhelmed these outstanding talents of the Righteous sect.

"How can this devil be so strong?"

Jiang Lin swallowed an elixir, his right fist's injuries recovering, yet the sense of defeat and panic could not be remedied by medicine.

"This devil is quite terrifying; we should find a chance to leave."

He Wenfeng no longer insisted on persuading Su Jie to affiliate with the Buddhist sect because they were powerless against him; whoever affiliates with whom is unclear now.

The one most unable to accept this outcome was Zhang Xinming, this Righteous sect's Immortal Seed.

With disheveled hair, he crawled out of the massive handprint pit on the ground, unable to sense his Canghai Sword.

Glancing up, he saw that Thousand-Handed Centipede unknowingly approached and swallowed his Canghai Sword whole.

"No!"

Instantly furious to the breaking point, Zhang Xinming gathered his Spiritual Energy into a hundred-meter-high giant sword, the Sword Qi soaring into the sky, determined to fight Thousand-Handed Centipede to the death.

His life's dual-cultivated sword was lost, prompting Zhang Xinming to be truly desperate.

"Sizzle sizzle."

Thousand-Handed Centipede eyed the charging Zhang Xinming, flicking its tail and sending him crash back to the ground with a smack.

Zhang Xinming's entire power, seven levels, was bound to his Flying Sword. Without the sword, his battle strength dropped dramatically, utterly unable to withstand Thousand-Handed Centipede's brute strength.

Thousand-Handed Centipede happily chirped two sizzling notes, watching Zhang Xinming struggle to rise again, flauntingly spit out the Canghai Sword, tumbling and playing with it in its mouth, cleverly using it to pick its teeth, its fangs gleaming coldly.

Zhang Xinming was furious, his face turning steel blue, his features twisted. His beloved Flying Sword was frivolously toyed with by a bug, a fact more enraging than even his wife being toyed with.

"My sword..."

Zhang Xinming's Taoist heart shattered; his eyes reddened, desperately trying to reclaim the Canghai Sword. Yet the earlier tail flick from Thousand-Handed Centipede had broken many of his bones, making flying difficult, let alone snatching Canghai Sword from its mouth.

Wen Jing, witnessing this same scene, twitched his face, wanting to grab Zhang Xinming's collar and harshly question him, "With this meager strength, you dared to test your sword on Su Jie? You're not even worthy for Su Jie's single hand."

Mo Shiyao's face was pale; she hadn't expected Zhang Xinming to be so easily subdued, suppressed by Su Jie's singular hand.

Is it that Su Jie was too strong, or Zhang Xinming too weak?

Jedgedly, the previously comparable Righteous sect's Immortal Seed Wei Ji could at least battle Su Jie for three hundred rounds.

Mo Shiyao was unaware that during the confrontation with Wei Ji, Su Jie had Secret Realm Third Level Cultivation, whereas now Su Jie had Taoist Platform Realm First Level Cultivation, his strength had undergone a radical transformation.

It's not Zhang Xinming's weakness but Su Jie's overbearing strength.

Even if Wei Ji jumped out of his grave now, Su Jie would be able to suppress him with a single hand.

"Evil demon, stop your actions."

At the moment Mo Shiyao felt despair, witnessing the display of Su Jie's combat prowess, entering the fray with Yu Wenjing would be foolhardy.

Yet at this moment, several streaks of light emerged in the distance - these were Protectors of the Righteous sect's talented disciples, all with Senior Secret Realm Fourth and Fifth Level cultivation.

They guarded in the distance, providing an environment for trial; hearing the intense battle sounds, they sped over to support.

Relief.

Mo Shiyao, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, and others showed joy, having these Senior Secret Realm Protectors finally allowed them to escape the devil's threat.

But Mo Shiyao's joy lasted only seconds before hearing ghastly screams from the approaching Protectors, as if they suffered extreme torture.

A Black Moon hung unknowing over the Sky Dome, projecting ominous, cold light.

The protectors enveloped by it fell like birds with broken wings from the sky.

Above the Black Moon sat an exquisite beauty in a blood-colored wedding dress, the breeze lifting her skirt edge and cascading black hair, revealing frost-like indifferent eyes.

None knew what those Protectors experienced; nevertheless, falling to the ground, each frantically turned and fled, yet ultimately met sudden deaths, becoming icy corpses like they'd died days ago.

Each deceased Protector's face bore indelible terror, evidencing they saw an unforgettable horrifying scene before dying.

"Ghost Bride."

Yu Wenjing's lips trembled, acknowledging Su Jie's other signature, the Ghost Bride similarly known to Qingzhou Righteous sect, but contrary to Yu Wenjing's impression, the Ghost Bride shouldn't be this terrifying. Several Protectors were nearly powerless; possessing such strength, the curse surpasses even the resistance of Senior Secret Realm cultivators - thoroughly overwhelming.

"Everyone, meeting is fate, let's visit my Xiao Qian Magic Boat, we Ghost Ridge Palace's Demon Cultivators are hospitable and friendly."

Su Jie gestured at the Flying Magical Boat, atop which a thousand Ghost Ridge Palace Demon Cultivators stood within pavilions and temples, their bloodthirsty, dangerous gazes studying them ominously, pressuring Yu Wenjing and others only sweated coldly.

If entering such a Demon Cave, their fate would be truly caught between life and death.