“Return my disciple’s life.”

With a crisp shout, Murong Yue descended from the sky, her feet stamping into the ground.

The earth rippled like waves, and the blood light that was hidden underground instantly exploded, dissipating into faint green smoke in the air.

“Hmm, fake.”

Murong Yue furrowed her willow-like eyebrows, a flash of anger in her eyes.

Clearly, the target she was chasing was an illusion; the real Su Jie was not here.

“Elder Murong, this Su Jie cannot escape, Liu Sect Master and Elder Zhong are also hunting him down.”

“Although this little devil has some strength, he is facing three in the Taoist Platform Realm, he definitely cannot survive this time.”

“Let’s go to meet up with Sect Master Liu and Elder Zhong, see what news they have there, maybe we’ll even see the head of Evil Su.”

The eight Secret Realm Elders following Murong Yue also saw this scene and shared their insights with each other.

“Senior Sister, Su Jie is destined to meet his doom this time, Xinming’s vengeance will surely be avenged.”

Xu Gu stood beside Murong Yue, understanding her current emotions; the fall of her most beloved and talented disciple, Zhang Xinming, was a huge blow to her, making her wish to tear Su Jie to pieces.

“I want to personally kill this devil.”

Murong Yue’s eyes were filled with unwillingness, wanting to personally end Su Jie’s life, not letting others do it for her.

As she spoke, Murong Yue turned around, intending to find Liu Guanlin and Zhong Xinpeng, maybe she could catch the end of the battle, and personally kill Su Jie to avenge Zhang Xinming.

“Kill my husband? Are you qualified?”

But just as Murong Yue had turned, before she could make a move, a cold voice spread throughout the scene.

“Who goes there!!!”

The Secret Realm onlookers were startled, Murong Yue’s chilling eyes turned to the far end of the earth.

There, a red flower sedan chair appeared in view.

Eight fierce ghosts over a zhang tall carried the sedan chair, transforming into handmaidens and servant papermen in festive clothes, lighting joyful lamps, sprinkling joy candy, while drums and music resounded at the front of the sedan chair.

“Where did this ghost come from, courting death.”

A Secret Realm Third Level Elder, holding a Golden Bell, flew towards the flower sedan chair.

The top grade magical artifact bell in his hand jangled, shaking out waves of heavenly sound, trying to intimidate these ghosts and then take the opportunity to capture them as materials for refining artifacts.

“Noisy!”

From inside the flower sedan chair, a cold voice was heard.

In the next moment, a snow-white fair hand lifted the curtain of the flower sedan chair and slightly clenched towards the direction of the Hidden Realm Elder.

The expression on this adventurous Secret Realm Elder’s face instantly froze.

Rip!

His skin automatically peeled away from his body, transforming into a pale paperman.

All his skin stripped, the pain was intense, and the Secret Realm Elder let out a piercing scream.

But the scream didn’t last more than two seconds before it abruptly stopped.

It was his blood-soaked body, as if sliced by countless blades, shattered into pieces the size of fingers, paving the ground around.

This horrifying scene stunned everyone present.

“What kind of monster!”

The Secret Realm Elders’ scalps all tingled, such a scene was truly chilling.

The one dead was a strong figure of the Secret Realm, not some random cat or dog, yet he couldn’t withstand even a single move and was killed by the ghost in an instant.

“My husband has instructed me to kill you all, so are you ready to die?”

The flower sedan chair came to a stop, the fierce ghosts bearing it knelt down, and the surrounding papermen turned into a sky full of red paper money, forming a red carpet laid before the sedan chair.

The sedan curtain lifted, revealing a graceful figure, who gently lifted the hem of her skirt with a jade-like hand, stepping onto the red carpet and slowly walking out.

Stepping out of the flower sedan chair was a young woman, dressed in a Phoenix Crown and Brocade Robe, with golden silk embroidered phoenix, a big red wedding robe, akin to a wealthy young lady stepping out.

She possessed a peerless beauty, her skin like snow, warm as jade, and her delicate hands like lotus flowers emerging from water, unstained by dust.

Yet the Secret Realm Elders became as if facing a formidable enemy upon seeing her.

Because as she exited the flower sedan chair, an eerie, chilling power spread like a tide, causing the earth to decay, the sky to bleed, and all things to wither.

This ability to change the weather was like the heavenly might of the Taoist Platform Realm, but now it was seen on a ghost, its strong curse left everyone in fear.

“My husband said, you all must die here.”

Han Ruyan looked around, her expression unchanged, like extinguishing these powerful cultivators present was a trivial matter.

“Arrogant, everyone attack together.”

The many Secret Realm cultivators were infuriated by Han Ruyan, but having learned from the earlier lesson, they didn’t step forward one by one to die; instead, they chose to group up and surround Han Ruyan.

“Everyone be careful, this is the ghost controlled by Su Jie, known as the Ghost Bride, extremely powerful, not to be underestimated.”

Xu Gu reminded from the side. The intelligence on the Ghost Bride wasn’t a secret; many knew Su Jie had a powerful female ghost, but few had seen Han Ruyan’s true appearance, because most who had were dead.

“This eerie power, was it you who cast the curse on my disciple?”

Meanwhile, Murong Yue seemed to realize something; the curse power on Zhang Xinming’s body at the time of death was completely identical to that of Han Ruyan’s now.

“I’ll send you down to reunite with your disciple.”

Han Ruyan had recovered many memories, though her expression remained cold, her eyes lifeless, her words had increased significantly compared to the past; back then, she probably wouldn’t have explained.