Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 270 - Killing Xue Shixiong

Liu Wuxie’s movements were stunning, and he would garner applause from the spectators because of his outstanding performance. He had brought every factor in a fight to the limit.

Xue Shixiong gradually became anxious because he couldn’t gain the upper hand in the fight after so long. He knew it would be unfavorable for him if he failed to turn the tables.

He had already executed the Heavenly Tyrant Cane technique but had failed to kill Liu Wuxie.

Regardless of martial techniques or true essence, he was inferior to Liu Wuxie. His only advantage over the latter was his higher cultivation.

“Xue Shixiong, is this the best you can do?” Liu Wuxie mocked, driving Xue Shixiong even more furious. But Xue Shixiong could do nothing, no matter how hard he tried.

“Little bastard, I’ll devour you alive!” Xue Shixiong’s eyes flashed with a hint of eerieness. He abandoned the cane and began forming seals with his hands, gradually forming a mark in front of him that looked sinister. It looked like countless black branches were intertwining together.

“Xue Shixiong practices the Profound Abyssal Art?!” the spectators exclaimed, as those from the older generations recognized the abyssal race martial technique used by Xue Shixiong.

Abyssal race martial techniques differed significantly from martial techniques used by humans because their martial techniques exacted a toll on the user, which was the user’s blood essence. The more blood essence was exhausted, the more influential the martial technique would become.

Xue Shixiong wouldn’t use the Profound Abyssal Art unless it were a matter of life and death because exhausting a drop of blood essence would seriously harm his body.

“Abyssal race martial techniques? This is starting to get interesting!” Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes because abyssal race martial techniques were known to be bizarre, and he had to be careful.

As the black branches intertwined into a dark net, the net expanded and covered half of the Xue Clan.

“Little bastard, you can die now!” Xue Shixiong roared. As he executed the Profound Abyssal Art, he was enveloped in an abyssal aura, and the sky turned completely dark with nothing visible.

The ground cracked when the dark net descended, and the entire Xue Clan sank a few meters.

Liu Wuxie’s feet dug into the ground without room to dodge. If the net managed to close in on him, he would be severed into countless pieces.

After exhausting ten-odd drops of blood essence, Xue Shixiong’s face became terrifyingly pale. It had drained a tremendous amount of his true essence.

“You want to kill me with this garbage technique? What a joke!” Liu Wuxie sneered. When the Profound Abyssal Art was executed, he could sense a tremble coming from the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. The demonic flame began to gush out of the cauldron, eager to devour the abyssal aura.

As the dark net began to close, the worry on Xu Yilin’s face grew denser. The branch formed by an abyssal aura was extremely sharp and could even tear apart the body of someone in the pinnacle Marrow Cleansing Realm.

“Liu Wuxie is going to die!” Many Qin Clan’s disciples sighed in pity. The Profound Abyssal Art could only be resolved by someone who had reached the True Core Realm using their divine art, and Liu Wuxie’s strength was ultimately limited.

“This is impossible! He must have a way!” The students of Advanced Class Seven were also present among the spectators, and they had faith in Liu Wuxie to kill Xue Shixiong.

Everyone wore different expressions on their faces. There was excitement, jealousy, and joy because they could finally see Liu Wuxie’s death.

Fan Zhen glanced at the two older-generation headmasters. The headmaster from two generations ago had no expression, while Luo Zhaojun was excited, wishing she was the one fighting on the field.

When everyone felt that Liu Wuxie would die, a demonic cauldron appeared, with a demonic flame gushing out, devouring the dark net. It didn’t take long before light returned to the field, as though the Profound Abyssal Art had never been used.

“How could this be?!” Xue Yu collapsed on the ground. Just when he thought he could witness Liu Wuxie’s death at the hands of Xue Shixiong, the Profound Abyssal Art vanished.

No one from the Xue Clan could accept this outcome, and Xue Dingtian was so shocked that he pulled out his beard and took a deep breath.

“This is impossible! This must be an illusion! An illusion!” Xue Dingtian lost his rationale and yelled.

The patriarchs of the four other clans looked at Xue Dingtian with pity as he behaved like a madman.

The spectators also went insane, especially the Treasure Pill Pavilion’s alchemists, who cheered.

“He keeps surprising us!” Master Mao was cheering like a child. Ever since he had met Liu Wuxie, it was as though his heart had become younger.

Mu Yueying had a hint of shock in her eyes because she had already decided to intervene without hesitation to save Liu Wuxie.

“Did you all see that? What is that black hole? The Profound Abyssal Art was devoured by it!” Many people were more concerned about the black hole summoned by Liu Wuxie. It looked like a black demonic cauldron, but everyone couldn’t see it clearly as it only appeared briefly.

It was a spectacular scene to have hundreds of thousands of people discussing.

“Can it be that the rumors are true that an old monster had possessed his body? That black hole looked like a monster.” Various speculations arose among the crowd.

Xue Shixiong was stumped as the Profound Abyssal Art had vanished. He pointed at Liu Wuxie and stuttered in fear, “A-Are you a human or a member of the abyssal race?!”

“What difference does it make?” Liu Wuxie naturally wouldn’t waste time explaining to Xue Shixiong. Races made no difference because everyone sought immortality and eternal life. Everything in the world has a definition.

Xue Shixiong couldn’t comprehend Liu Wuxie’s words, as he wasn’t an immortal but a mortal.

Stepping on the gravel, Liu Wuxie approached Xue Shixiong. With each step he took, his aura increased.

After refining the Profound Abyssal Art, Liu Wuxie’s cultivation was infinitely close to the ninth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

As Liu Wuxie’s eyes flashed, Xue Shixiong lost his rationale, trying to comprehend what had just happened. He couldn’t figure out why the Profound Abyssal Art was useless against Liu Wuxie.

When they were ten meters apart, Liu Wuxie was already brewing the Ghost Eye. With a cold flash from the depth of his eyes, it shot into Xue Shixiong’s mind. He roared, “Xue Shixiong, you can die now!”

Xue Shixiong initially thought that Liu Wuxie would use a martial technique and reached out for his cane. But he didn’t know that Liu Wuxie deliberately yelled to disrupt his concentration.

“ARGH!” Xue Shixiong screamed from the pain coming from his soul sea. It felt as though blades were hacking at his soul. Dropping the cane, he crouched, clutched his head, and rolled on the ground.

This scene shocked all the spectators.

Liu Wuxie had used the power of divine art to manifest Ghost Eye into a spear, which was over a thousand times stronger than his past soul attacks.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade down.

Xue Shixiong’s soul sea might have been damaged, but he still had consciousness. He instinctively rolled away when he sensed the danger, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

He was fast, but it was a pity because Liu Wuxie’s blade was faster. He managed to avoid the attack directed at his head, but his entire right arm was severed, with blood gushing out.

The agony swiftly shifted as the torment of losing an arm overshadowed the pain in his soul sea, effectively numbing it. As his blood spurted out, it wasn’t long before Xue Shixiong was soaked in his own blood.

The sight of Xue Shixiong, now one-armed, left the onlookers in a state of shock.

“You bastard!” Bereft of his right arm, Xue Shixiong bellowed like a furious lion. The pain had robbed him of his rationality, and he lunged at Liu Wuxie.

An expert in the True Core Realm had strong vitality, and his movement speed didn’t diminish even after losing his arm.

Xue Dingtian, standing at a distance, could barely contain his shock at the sight of Xue Shixiong’s severed arm.

“Old mutt, let’s start my journey of killing True Core Realm cultivators with you!” Xue Shixiong was barely holding on, and Liu Wuxie wanted to devour his energy to reach the ninth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

Raising the Heretic Blade, Liu Wuxie charged forward and performed the Fatality Blade Art’s Second Fatality Form. The second form brought speed and strength to the limit.

Before Xue Shixiong could dodge, he lost his left arm. The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron flew out and devoured the two arms, refining the energies contained in them.

The remaining Xue Clan disciples and servants rubbed their eyes and muttered, “I must be dreaming. This is an illusion!”

When they closed and opened their eyes, nothing had changed. Xue Shixiong was still covered in his blood.

“I can’t accept this! I’m a dignified cultivator in the True Core Realm, possessing divine art!” Xue Shixiong screamed. After losing both his arms, he was at Liu Wuxie’s mercy.

“A firefly cannot comprehend the glory of the moon. The True Core Realm is no different from an ant in the cultivation world!” Liu Wuxie said coldly. He still had a long way to go in cultivating, and the True Core Realm was just the beginning.

The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron flew out and manifested into a giant mouth devouring Xue Shixiong whole. The latter died before he could even let out a scream.

This scene left the entire Xue Clan in an eerie silence. The spectators also froze in disbelief. An expert in the Marrow Cleansing Realm had killed a dignified expert in the True Core Realm in front of their very own eyes.

Shortly after, exclamations sounded from the surroundings.

“He’s a genius beyond comprehension!” Zhao Enzhu clapped his hands together. He was a star teacher who taught countless geniuses at the Imperial Academy. Even Mo Chong had attended his class.

However, ever since he had met Liu Wuxie, he couldn’t find any geniuses comparable to Liu Wuxie.

“Hahaha! This is a glory of the Imperial Academy!” Luo Zhaojun jumped excitedly. Ever since she had retired as the headmaster, her personality had changed, restoring to that of a young lady.

She had to keep a stern face as the headmaster, but that wasn’t her genuine personality.

Fan Zhen wanted to say something, but he was speechless.