Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 483: Chapter 318: Immortal Seed VS Immortal Seed_2

Ning Xinyue saw Xiao Fengyuan wanted to fight again, she stood up and held him back.

This fight was meaningless, the difference in strength was too substantial; joining it was merely courting death.

“Ha, since you know you are not a match, call out your Su Jie. I’ve heard he is the leader of your generation. I really want to see if his reputation is deserved.”

Wei Ji had heard of Su Jie, the Immortal Seed, but Wei Ji didn’t have the slightest intention of backing down; he would prove that there were differences even among the Immortal Seeds.

“Of course, if your people are afraid of dying, you can keep avoiding battle. After all, isn’t your Demon Path always sneaking around, daring only to plot and assassinate in secret, and never face us head-on!”

Seeing the two Hidden Realm Elders rushing to support from Ghost Ridge Palace in the distance, Wei Ji continued to speak harshly, appearing utterly unconcerned and dominant.

At this time, reinforcements had also arrived behind Wei Ji, led by Yu Wenjing, Xiao Guanglian, and Mo Shiyao with a group of disciples.

“What good people are you Righteous ones? You drove and killed so many citizens as sacrifices. Just under those active volcanoes, there are many civilian bones buried in the arrays.”

Xiao Fengyuan held his severed arm, feeling somewhat self-blaming for his lack of strength, only capable of watching Wei Ji’s arrogance helplessly.

“For the great cause of demon extermination, these sacrifices are worth it. As long as we can resolve forever the menace that is Ghost Ridge Palace from Qingzhou, we could enjoy a peaceful era for thousands of years. Sacrifising the individual for the collective, the descendants of these people will feel proud of them.”

Wei Ji spoke calmly; he was not one of those naive fools blinded by a zeal for righteousness.

To win the war, the sacrifices of some civilians were understandable.

“Fair-faced, black-hearted.”

Ning Xinyue pursed her lips, passing judgment on Wei Ji.

Unfortunately, Su Jie had gone missing for over ten days. Although they kept it secret, rumors still circulated within Ghost Ridge Palace, saying Su Jie had met his demise.

However, Ning Xinyue didn’t believe it; how could such a bastard like Su Jie die so easily? She always believed that Su Jie was still alive.

“If Su Jie were here, he definitely would not let him be so arrogant.”

The more she thought, the angrier Ning Xinyue became, murmuring to herself—a murmur Wei Ji overheard.

“I really hope to see your so-called Su Jie, too bad, too bad, he wouldn’t dare to face me.”

Wei Ji, as an Immortal Seed of Guan Chao Pavilion, knew that Su Jie had failed his attack on the Hundred Rivers Covering Sea Array and must currently be hiding inside Ghost Ridge Palace, simply not daring to face him.

Staring at Ning Xinyue, Wei Ji clenched his fist, his intent to kill palpable as he said, “No matter, if he doesn’t come out, I will force him out, slaughtering until the blood flows like a river. I refuse to believe that we won’t capture him when the Sect is destroyed, then offer his head in memory of the Righteous warriors dead because of him. We Righteous Sect will certainly win this war.”

“Brother Wei is mighty.”

“Victory! Victory! Victory!”

“Kill Su Jie! Kill Su Jie! Kill Su Jie!”

A group of Righteous Disciples flushed with excitement, shouting in unison, their voices thunderously shaking the earth.

Behind Wei Ji, Mo Shiyao’s gaze was dreamy, her heart fiercely pounding at Wei Ji’s impressive words.

“This guy…”

Yu Wenjing felt begrudging, ever since Wei Ji returned to Guan Chao Pavilion, he had stolen all the limelight and attention, and now was even more assertive, issuing fierce declarations in front of the Demon Cultivators of Ghost Ridge Palace.

Obviously, after today, Wei Ji’s reputation in Qingzhou would be greatly enhanced.

At Ghost Ridge Palace, many disciples turned pale and their morale dropped under Wei Ji’s imposing aura, despite several Elders’ presence to bolster their courage, their steps involuntarily retreating, their will to fight diminished.

After all, ordinary disciples don’t think too deeply, irrespective of whether Su Jie was truly dead or simply avoiding battle. As the recognized leader of the young generation of Ghost Ridge Palace, not appearing in response to the challenge issued by Wei Ji, the young standard-bearer of the Righteous Sect, made it seem like he was afraid of the opponent.

“Seems like many people are calling my name, are you looking for me?”

Just when the morale on the side of the Righteous was high, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice was not loud, but it spread across the entire field, a technique of using Divine Sense to transmit voice, something only someone of Hidden Realm cultivation could achieve so effortlessly.

Ordinary disciples couldn’t locate where the voice was coming from, but those inner disciples and Hidden Realm Elders instinctively looked towards the dense clouds in the south.

From within the white clouds, a huge shadow descended.

The cold, sturdy Insect Shell, sharp oceanic teeth, hundreds of pale corpse hands hanging inverted like weeping willows, six pairs of wings stirring up gusts of wind.

Atop this terrifying poisonous insect, a figure stood firm.

Dressed in a Black Robe, his features handsome and his eyes bright, the young man stood there, looking towards them from afar.

That voice had come from him.

“Su Jie!!!”

“Elder Su has returned.”

“Huh, that face, it actually appeared, no more hiding?”

“It’s him, today we must kill him here, we can’t let this devil escape again.”

“This devil is too cruel, everyone stay back, be careful not to get killed by him incidentally.”