Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 475 - 315 Execution in Ambush

Chapter 475: Chapter 315: Execution in Ambush Chapter 475: Chapter 315: Execution in Ambush “When did you realize we were tracking you?

Setting up a trap to kill someone by borrowing someone else’s hand, your young age belies such a malicious mind.”

Mu Yue, knowing she couldn’t escape, glared at Su Jie through gritted teeth.

If it wasn’t for Rao Yang Lake being struck by Guan Chao Pavilion, how could she have been so embarrassingly hunted down by Su Jie?

“Thanks for the compliment, ‘malicious’ is a term of endearment for us Demon Cultivators!

As for when I discovered you, when did you start thinking the Tracking Powder deployed by Yu Wenxian could elude my perception?”

Su Jie caressed the icy blade of the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, and although he was smiling, his eyes overflowed with nothing but a cold killing intent.

Mu Yue’s complexion turned ugly, not expecting her plan to go awry at the very beginning.

“I’m quite curious, why were you looking for me?

Speak, and I’ll leave your corpse intact.”

“Promise to let me leave, and I’ll tell you everything.”

“If you don’t want a dignified death, then there’s nothing more to say.”

Su Jie’s gaze turned indifferent, and he coldly uttered two words: “Thunder, come.”

Boom boom boom!

Heavenly Thunder roared like dragons, the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder striking towards Mu Yue.

“Break!”

Mu Yue tried to use the Sword Qi from her Red Refining Flying Sword to counteract the Heavenly Thunder.

However, the power of the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder greatly exceeded her expectations.

Just as she managed to block a few thunders, her injuries impacted her Spiritual Power’s continuity, and her Flying Sword was blasted away.

She found herself caught in the bombardment of the Heavenly Thunder, her skin cracking from the electricity, her bodily fluids evaporated.

“Joyful Zen Sitting Statue!”

Fear flashed in Mu Yue’s eyes as she sat down cross-legged on the ground, palms together in a meditation pose.

At that moment, a circle of golden light emanated from behind Mu Yue’s head, as if she truly possessed the aspect of a Buddha.

Thunder exploded on the surface of her body but failed to harm her flesh.

However, this situation did not last a few seconds before Su Jie intensified his attack.

The Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder faintly shimmered with a hint of gold, its power raised yet another notch.

Mu Yue’s screams rang out immediately because the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder shattered her defense.

Su Jie’s gains in the Tao River were huge; his Primordial Spirit had reached the Perfect Realm of the current stage.

Since the power of Divine Skills was linked to the strength of the Primordial Spirit, the power of the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder also surged.

If Mu Yue had not been injured, Su Jie certainly wouldn’t have broken through her defenses so easily.

But who told her to lack follow-through?

Now, with just the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder, Su Jie brutally tortured Mu Yue, leaving her with no power to fight back.

“Young Master, do I look beautiful to you?”

Under the onslaught of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Skill, Mu Yue cast the Illusion Desire Technique, the strongest Illusion Technique of the Desire Sect.

It was this technique that had immobilized seven cultivators from Guan Chao Pavilion previously.

If she could trap Su Jie, she might have had the chance to escape.

Pink veils spread and permeated the area, but Mu Yue did not know that Su Jie had already changed beyond recognition.

“Merely allure of flesh and bone trying to disturb my devil heart, all is illusion, all is but fleeting beauty.”

Su Jie’s Primordial Spirit thundered chaotically, his immensely powerful Primordial Spirit utterly immune to the control of Illusion Technique.

In the past, despite being a great distance away, Su Jie was pulled into memories of his college days by this Illusion Technique and was controlled for several minutes.

But now, facing Mu Yue almost directly, such an Illusion Technique was instantly broken by Su Jie.

The strength of his Primordial Spirit brought mental fortitude.

The rampaging Thunder not only broke through the Illusion Technique but also struck Mu Yue like countless Thunder Spears, bombarding her from the sky and smashing her into the ground.

Clink clatter!

When Mu Yue lost her balance, her Red Refining Flying Sword swayed and was knocked away by the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword towards the thousand-hand centipede, which gripped it firmly, turning it into one of Su Jie’s spoils of war.

Looking at Mu Yue now, her whole body was charred, internal organs exposed to the air, limbs blasted off by the Thunder.

Su Jie lived up to his word; he said he wouldn’t leave her whole, and he didn’t leave her whole.

Once a beauty hard to forget, Mu Yue now resembled a charred piece of wood, a sight of ghastly despair.

Mu Yue’s mouth opened, all her teeth fallen out.

Her torn vocal cords tried to emit a seductive sound, struggling in her last moments, unsure if to beg for mercy or to fight to the death.

But no matter what Mu Yue intended to do, it was too late.

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As soon as Mu Yue opened her mouth, a white light streaked across the sky—it was the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, bisecting her body.

Thud!

Expression frozen on her face, Mu Yue’s head rolled from her neck.

And just at that instant, a blue light suddenly flashed, heading straight for Su Jie’s brain.

That was Mu Yue’s Divine Soul, which had already taken the form of a Primordial Spirit.

Now this Primordial Spirit turned into a sword intent on piercing Su Jie’s brain.

“Little devil, even in death, I’ll drag you down with me.”

An indignant voice transmitted from the Primordial Spirit Sword, whose sword-shaped illusion cut through every barrier.

Su Jie watched calmly as the sword approached, confident that his Primordial Spirit could defend against this attack.

In terms of Primordial Spirit, Su Jie was far stronger than Mu Yue; her longing for a joint demise was but wishful thinking.

However, the combat between Divine Souls was exceedingly dangerous, and Su Jie opted for a safer measure.

A splendid golden membrane protected Su Jie all around; when the Primordial Spirit Sword landed on it, it was like sinking into a marsh, causing only a slight depression in the membrane, utterly unable to penetrate it.

From Su Jie’s chest, a golden Lotus suspended mid-air, three green leaves casting holy light, rendering Mu Yue’s final struggle laughable.

“Nine-grade Sacred Lotus, our sect’s sacred treasure is really on you.

Wait, why are there only three leaves?”