Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 637 - 390: Overbearing

Because of the commotion, a large crowd of onlookers had already gathered, with elders and disciples from various sects who had come to attend the celebration now turning their attention this way.

"Who do you think you are to deserve my full attention?"

Su Jie's voice from inside the carriage made Chang Shiyang's temples throb with rage.

"They say Su Jie is Qingzhou's Demon Path prodigy; I didn't expect him to be someone who dares not show his face. I was just testing you to verify the rumors. It seems they were indeed greatly exaggerated. Not daring to show your true face, and yet you call yourself a Demon Path prodigy? Truly laughable."

As Chang Shiyang spoke, he once again activated his Divine Sense with full force, spreading toward the carriage, still indignant over having been overwhelmed by Su Jie's Divine Sense.

The other Demon Path sect members from around were also surprised and intrigued to hear the name Su Jie.

Since they had entered Qingzhou, they too had heard many rumors about the Demon Sect, especially about the great sect war that had occurred more than half a year ago, which had become the talk of both streets and alleys, gossip among the populace.

And the name Su Jie was an inevitable subject when it came to the sect war.

Whether it was the killing of Wei Ji, the Righteous sect's prodigy, or fighting alone against five Secret Realm Elders, these exploits were indeed grand.

These Demon Path sects were skeptical about the authenticity of the intelligence; after all, after being passed from person to person, much of the true information would be inflated and exaggerated, leaving room for doubt.

Take Chang Shiyang, for example; he belonged to those who were doubtful.

As the Saint Heir of the Blood Demon Cave, Chang Shiyang had enjoyed a comfortable life since childhood, constantly praised within his sect. At his young age of just twenty, he had advanced to the Secret Realm, already possessing Second Level Cultivation, seen as a favored son of heaven by the masses.

Beyond cultivation, he was also quite capable in actual combat. Even among the many Demon Path sects in Chongzhou, he was considered one of the most formidable, a paragon among the younger generation of cultivators.

That's why he had tried to test Su Jie just now, to gauge the true value of this top talent from Qingzhou, only to end up utterly humiliated.

This time, his spreading Divine Sense had hints of blood in it. Normally invisible and intangible, Chang Shiyang made his Divine Sense materialize like a spread of blood-red sunset glow, using a sort of Primordial Spirit Cultivation Method derived from the Blood Demon Cave, which made his Divine Sense more domineering.

Boom!

Just as the blood-red sunset glow touched the carriage, a frigidly white arm extended out, making a gentle wave.

It was as though a tsunami with its towering waves had plunged into an abyss, vanishing instantly, completely devoured by that hand.

Chang Shiyang's face changed rapidly. A strange, ominous power was engulfing and corrupting his Divine Sense, eradicating it into nothingness.

Without giving Chang Shiyang time to react, the owner of the white arm slowly stepped down from the carriage.

She was dressed in a red wedding gown with crimson lightning snaking over it, mighty and terrifying. On her head, she wore a Golden Phoenix Crown, with a phoenix hairpin full of pearls, and as she moved, the phoenix crown seemed to dance above her elegant updo.

She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, exuding an air of regal, refined grace.

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When the onlookers saw this woman, they all felt a tingling scalp and their bodies began to shudder—a physical warning to stay away from this dangerous woman.

"Seven... Seventh-grade Fierce Ghost."

Li Chunhai, standing next to the carriage, saw it all too clearly. Yet, the clearer he saw, the more parched his mouth felt, his limbs turning weak.

He could tell that Han Ruyan was a Fierce Ghost, and not just any but a Seventh-grade Fierce Ghost, one whose appearance made the other Fierce Ghosts behind him step back, even kneel as if in homage to an Empress, majestic and supreme.

Just as the disciples of Ghost Ridge Palace could easily determine the grade of a poisonous insect, a disciple of the Heavenly Soul Sect adept in dealing with souls and supernatural entities could easily discern the rank of a Fierce Ghost.

A Seventh-grade Fierce Ghost, something most of the Heavenly Soul Sect's Secret Realm Elders did not possess, aside from a few senior elders and the Sect Master. Such a Fierce Ghost was almost a thing of legends for the disciples of that sect.

With Li Chunhai's insight, he couldn't perceive much, only that this very Fierce Ghost before him felt like a dark sea with no other shore in sight, unknowable in depth or breadth. What he saw was but a fraction of this black ocean.

Under everyone's gaze, Han Ruyan's eyes, cold and lifeless, turned towards Chang Shiyang.

With just a glance, several barriers of Treasure Light shone on Chang Shiyang's body.