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

Chapter 77: Chapter 75: The Death of Pei Haibing

Crack, crack!

Strange sounds came from inside Pei Haibing’s body, his flesh withered all over, leaving a humanoid skeleton lying on the ground—an ocher skeleton covered with brain matter and internal organs that grew at an unimaginably fast rate, with countless misshapen bones sprouting wildly.

“So many tricks up his sleeve.”

Seeing Pei Haibing ready to unleash a powerful move, Su Jie was not like the simpletons in dramas, who just watched their opponent complete their powerful technique.

As a Demon Cultivator, Su Jie cared nothing for martial ethics. Before Pei Haibing could complete his transformation, dozens of pale corpse hands, capable of easily snapping steel, pressed down on him.

The human-faced moth swarm immediately covered Pei Haibing’s entire body, forming a ball of insects, furiously nibbling and corroding him.

Meanwhile, under Su Jie’s control, the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword aimed straight at Pei Haibing’s forehead and plunged in.

After advancing to the Fifth Level of the Yunling Realm, the increase in Spiritual Power allowed Su Jie to wield the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword with even greater might.

A single strike of the Flying Sword penetrated Pei Haibing’s head, with bits of white brain matter spurting out. The Flying Sword turned agilely in mid-air and struck again, furiously piercing through Pei Haibing’s body.

At the scene, one could hear Pei Haibing’s agonizing screams and his increasingly chaotic and frantic words.

“It hurts so much, you should die, you all should die! I will kill… kill the Master, kill all of you, turn you all into sacrifices for my White Bone Immortal Path… ha-ha, the Immortal Path, I’m about to become an immortal and ascend…”

Amid those mad shouts, Pei Haibing’s body swelled further, transforming into a ten-meter-tall giant skeletal monster.

Its overall form resembled a magnified version of an Alien Ghost, with a misshapen body, and a pair of wings that twitched uncontrollably due to poor control.

On his slim, sharp head, a pair of crimson eyes was filled with bloodlust and ferocity, emitting a deafening screech.

However, because his starting move took too long, his enlarged misshapen skeletal body, already pit-marked from the biting of the human-faced moth swarm, had exposed organs everywhere, with blood spraying like a fountain.

Roar!

As Pei Haibing roared, he charged toward Su Jie… and toward a small hill two hundred meters to the left.

Boom!

Pei Haibing smashed into the rocks, with disgusting sticky saliva dripping from his mouth, madly attacking the rocks and trees.

Each strike blasted a huge crater in the ground, easily shattering giant rocks and uprooting trees to be flung away.

At this moment, Pei Haibing seemed to consider the small hill his mortal enemy, attacking it relentlessly, ignoring the fact that his body was riddled with holes from the human-faced moth swarm, just venting his madness on the hill.

“Has he gone mad?”

Su Jie muttered, unsure whether this was a flaw in Pei Haibing’s White Bone Transformation Skill or if his mind had been damaged by the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, causing his mental state to become deranged and even mistaking who his enemy was.

But this was fine with Su Jie. The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword hovering above his head soared again, continuously piercing through Pei Haibing’s body.

By now, Pei Haibing posed no threat, yet in this form, his life force was incredibly resilient.

Even though he was constantly slashed and pierced by the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword and torn and corroded by the human-faced moth swarm, his life was not completely ended.

After all, given his massive size now, without a fatal weakness, the wounds created by the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword were indeed too small.

Seeing this scene, Su Jie patted the head of the thousand-hand centipede.

The thousand-hand centipede twisted its body and ran swiftly. With a giant leap forward, it pressed Pei Haibing to the ground.

Low Grade Three Refinements of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, in terms of constitution, was immensely powerful. Not to mention Pei Haibing’s currently battered and perforated body, even at his peak in perfect condition, he wouldn’t stand a chance in a direct physical confrontation with the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

“Big bug, such a huge bug, ah ah ah, I hate bugs.”

Pei Haibing, blurting out indistinct words, intertwined his massive body with the Thousand-Handed Centipede as they both flailed their limbs, fighting relentlessly.

The ground and rocks under the feet of the man and the bug constantly shattered; large ancient trees fell in clusters. Broken bones and shattered insect shells littered the area, creating a scene akin to hell.

Su Jie held his breath, focusing intently on the fight whose outcome was already destined.

A pair of hands fighting against a hundred hands, what more is there to say!

In less than ten seconds, the grotesque bone-like growths on Pei Haibing had been severed by the Thousand-Handed Centipede at the waist into two parts; his upper body was tightly covered with pale corpse hands, as bones were forcibly pulled out one by one by the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

In this scene, Pei Haibing resembled a toy destructively torn apart by a mischievous child, completely ravaged by the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

His aura visibly wilted, and at the end of his life, Pei Haibing’s consciousness seemed to have somewhat returned, as he began to plea, “My White Bone Immortal Path is not yet perfected, I am an inner disciple, Master his… his elderly…”

“Don’t worry, if Master his elderly wants to seek revenge, he will go after the Purple Mist Sect, it was you, Brother Pei, who picked this fight, wasn’t it?”

Su Jie chuckled lightly, while Pei Haibing glared at Su Jie with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, but he no longer had the ability to speak.

As his brain matter was destroyed, he died with a heart full of anger and resentment.

Su Jie didn’t go over immediately, instead, he cautiously let the Thousand-Handed Centipede completely disassemble Pei Haibing’s skeleton.

Only after confirming that he was truly dead and not feigning his own death, did Su Jie finally walk over.

“White Bone Transformation Skill, truly a dangerous Magic Skill.”

Looking at the scattered bones all around, Su Jie squatted down in front of Pei Haibing.

Crack!

A flash of lightning streaked across, illuminating the dim surroundings and allowing Su Jie to see that something seemed to be growing out of Pei Haibing’s head.

“Hmm, this is…”

Su Jie focused his gaze and saw a small White Bone Tree sprouting from Pei Haibing’s forehead.

The tree, about the size of a palm, had its trunk made entirely of bone, looking delicate yet exuding an inexplicable evil aura, making one feel slightly queasy at the sight.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Su Jie put on gloves and carefully picked up the small White Bone Tree, already guessing what it was.

Su Jie had perused many public scriptures at Ghost Ridge Palace, including records of similar scenes.

Cultivation reaching a certain height, cultivators who have practiced for many years would have tempered their bodies to possess various miraculous abilities, akin to a Magic Artifact.

Thus, after death, cultivators might have a very small probability of leaving behind some special relic.

For example, Shariputra left by Buddhist monks after they pass away, Immortal Bones and Golden Cores left by true Taoists after they transform.

The Demon Path, naturally, also has such entities, like the White Bone Tree in front of him.

In terms of cultivation, Pei Haibing was far behind the Buddhist monks and Taoist masters, but owing to the specialty of his cultivation technique, his bones were closely related to the White Bone Transformation Skill. After years of training and a fortuitous coincidence, this kind of relic was produced.