Chapter 365: Chapter 258: Slaughter (Four updates of 12,000 words, asking for monthly passes!)
“Two Secret Realms, you all have such ruthless hearts!”
Zou Minzun’s left foot was frozen to the ground, and without any hesitation, he severed his left leg and continued to run, his face a mixture of shock and rage, unable to believe that Su Jie had reinforcements hidden.
His life force was indeed very tenacious, a common trait among Demon Cultivators.
“What to say.”
Ning Xinyue tilted her head as she looked at Su Jie.
“What else can we say, dealing with this devil, we don’t need to talk about Jianghu’s righteousness, everyone attack together!!!”
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Su Jie, riding on the thousand-hand centipede, flew past, his voice echoing far and wide.
Ning Xinyue was speechless, looking at Su Jie, who was riding the thousand-handed poisonous insect, with fierce ghosts lingering behind him, the insect cloud obscuring the sky dome, a bone sword in his left hand, and a Soul Summoning Banner in his right hand, she couldn’t suppress her desire to mock: “This bastard must have forgotten he’s also a Demon Cultivator, you look even more like a devil than Zou Minzun does.”
Despite her mockery, Ning Xinyue’s actions didn’t slow in the slightest, swiftly intercepting Zou Minzun as he turned to flee.
At this moment, Zou Minzun had no way out. Faced with the blockade of two Secret Realms, this half-crippled cultivator from Secret Realm Second Level, despite his cultivation, could only be beaten back step by step. The Nine Sons Ghost Mother was killed, and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was nearly destroyed.
“If you kill me, are you not afraid of exposing the plot and causing the collaboration between Ghost Ridge Palace and Heavenly Soul Sect to fail?”
As Zou Minzun fled, he attempted to use his words to secure a sliver of survival.
“Dead men don’t speak, and afterward, if Heavenly Soul Sect seeks someone to blame, they would blame the Righteous Cultivators. Perfectly, in the coming war, Heavenly Soul Sect could avenge you and strike harder against the Righteous Cultivators. That aligns perfectly with my desires.”
Su Jie was utterly unmoved, his words just fell, and he raised his hand to summon.
Boom!
A Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder struck from afar, a thunder bolt as thick as a thigh sent Zou Minzun from the sky to the ground, leaving a deep crater five or six meters deep with Zou Minzun at the center, emitting blue smoke.
Zou Minzun tried to burrow into the ground to escape, but Ning Xinyue directly covered the area with a cold current, not only solidifying the surface as hard as steel, difficult to dig through but also freezing his entire body.
“I can’t die, how can I possibly die here, at the hands of you two juniors.”
Screaming frantically, Zou Minzun struggled to leap up, however, although he managed to break free from the ice, his outer skin remained attached to the ice.
With his leap, what came out was a bloodied figure with exposed flesh and sinews, like a skinned live pig, with its skin left completely intact below.
“Hmph, what about juniors, when I was your age, if I was still stuck in the Secret Realm, I would have been too ashamed to meet anyone.”
Ning Xinyue threw out a Vajra Bracelet, smashing Zou Minzun’s skull, and his left eye burst out of its socket.
“Ahhhh! Such a ruthless girl, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you ahhhhhh!!!”
Zou Minzun, like a dying beast, with his remaining eye flashing with brutal ferocity.
“Scaring me? You think just because you’re ugly I’d be afraid of you?”
Ning Xinyue muttered, the Xuanyin body’s cold current burst out in an instant, freezing Zou Minzun into the ground.
The next moment, Su Jie riding the thousand-hand centipede smashed down heavily. The eighty-meter-long, immensely heavy thousand-hand centipede crushed Zou Minzun into a pulp, leaving a deep crater in the ground.
This time, no matter how tenacious Zou Minzun’s life force was, he was unable to continue his escape.
“I want you dead.”
A furious roar erupted, and a semi-transparent orb flew out from the ground, starkly revealing Zou Minzun’s battered remnant soul.
His Divine Soul had already developed limbs and facial features including mouth, nose, and ears, only the most difficult eyes remained unformed. It was still not a Primordial Spirit, and the Divine Soul was riddled with holes, having been battered into disrepair during the previous battle by Su Jie’s attacks mixed with Primordial Spirit power.
However, this Divine Soul nearing the state of a Primordial Spirit gave Zou Minzun the power for one final strike.
His target was clear, he headed straight for Su Jie, intending to rush his Divine Soul into Su Jie’s brain, determined to drag Su Jie down with him even in death.
Even though Su Jie had a Primordial Spirit, the head is a person’s most vulnerable spot. Charging in to create havoc would make Su Jie suffer, even if it couldn’t kill him.
“Useless struggle.”
Su Jie quietly watched as Zou Minzun’s Divine Soul rushed towards him.
As it neared him, an arc-shaped light membrane appeared in front of Su Jie, directly blocking Zou Minzun’s remnant soul and preventing it from advancing even an inch.
Zou Minzun could hardly believe it. He saw a golden lotus appear in Su Jie’s hand, its three green leaves swaying gracefully and sprinkling starlight, effortlessly blocking his death blow.
“Nine… Nine-grade Sacred Lotus, an Innate Spiritual Object, hahaha, I’ve lost fairly, lost so fairly!”
Zou Minzun felt despair. He started to give a bitter laugh, realizing that even making Su Jie suffer was now an impossible dream.
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“In your next life, find a good family to be born into and stop being a Demon Cultivator. You’re not cut out for this.”
Su Jie’s palm radiated with Heavenly Thunder, turning into a spherical lightning that enveloped Zou Minzun’s remnant soul. Amidst his screams, it completely obliterated and vaporized him, erasing him from existence between heaven and earth.
From then on, Zou Minzun, the Elder of Heavenly Soul Sect who had once brought immense pressure to Su Jie in East Victory City, fell by Su Jie’s hand on this day.
“All done and dusted.”
Ning Xinyue picked up the storage bag on the ground, jumped beside Su Jie with high spirits, and shared the joy of victory with Su Jie, taking out everything inside the storage bag.
First, Su Jie took down Zou Minzun’s Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Following Zou Minzun’s death, this banner had become ownerless.
Su Jie only needed to erase the marks left by Zou Minzun to claim the remaining Yin Souls for himself and integrate them into his own Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
“So much money, Su Jie, we are rich.”
Ning Xinyue happily bounced around, wanting to hug Su Jie’s neck but suddenly felt a chill on her back.
Turning her head, she saw the Ghost Bride, Han Ruyan, not far away, her lifeless hollow eyes prompting Ning Xinyue to decisively abandon her attempt.
“All these items combined must be worth two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, right? No wonder he’s a senior Elder of Heavenly Soul Sect, unlike those poor novices just promoted in the Secret Realm.”
Su Jie looked to the ground—rows of bottles and jars containing elixirs, spiritual materials piled up like a small mountain, about five or six meters tall, along with some magic artifacts and talismans, although they were rather low level, not useful in combat at the Secret Realm. Presumably, Zou Minzun had intended them as rewards for his disciples, but now they all went to Su Jie.
“We agreed to share it equally.”
Su Jie divided half of it for Ning Xinyue, which somewhat surprised her.
“What’s the matter, you don’t want it?”
Su Jie raised an eyebrow and looked back at Ning Xinyue.
“I thought you would take more for yourself.”
Ning Xinyue stuck out her tongue, delightedly hugging her spoils.
Although she was rich, who would complain about having more money?
“I’m fair with my own people.”
Su Jie smiled. If he exploited Ning Xinyue too many times, it wouldn’t be so easy to make use of Ning Xinyue’s free labor in the future.
Patting the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Su Jie stretched and said, “Let’s go, time to head home.”
“Okay.”
Ning Xinyue also jumped aboard the Thousand-Handed Centipede, counting her gains on the back of the centipede, looking like a little money-lover.
The Thousand-Handed Centipede took to the sky. Beams of Purple Light Rays repeatedly bombed the surrounding ground, erasing all traces of the battle.
After sweeping the area with his Primordial Spirit and making sure there were no errors, Su Jie took Ning Xinyue and returned to Ghost Ridge Palace.