Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1119 - Liu Wuxies Rage
Chapter 1119 – Liu Wuxie’s Rage
Liu Wuxie raced at full speed, never stopping to rest. Along the way, he stopped only to ask passing cultivators about Xu Lingxue and the others.
On the third day, after crossing a mountain range, he spotted Hei Kui locked in battle with a cultivator at the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm.
They clashed fiercely, but Liu Wuxie held back, wanting to observe Hei Kui’s strength. He wanted to assess Hei Kui’s combat strength.
Hei Kui exchanged a palm strike with his opponent and staggered backward, blood staining the corner of his lips.
“Hand it over, and I’ll spare your life,” the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm expert said coldly, stepping toward him.
“Dream on!” Hei Kui growled, wiping away the blood on his mouth with his face twisted in rage. If he still had his twelve Drought Wraiths, he could have stood a chance against a Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm expert.
“Then die!” the man snarled, drawing his sword. A terrifying aura burst forth, pressing Hei Kui down with suffocating force.
Although their cultivation differed by only half a realm, the strength gap between them remained vast. Heaven Profound Realm laws ruled the True Martial Continent. No number of Earth Profound Realm cultivators could match them.
As the sword ray neared Hei Kui’s throat, the situation turned critical.
Suddenly, a blade ray tore through the air and shattered the oncoming sword light, saving Hei Kui at the last moment.
The Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm expert snapped his gaze toward the source. His eyes narrowed like blades, stabbing toward Liu Wuxie.
“Liu Wuxie!” he spat, recognizing Liu Wuxie. Killing intent flashed across his face.
“You know me?” Liu Wuxie asked, mildly surprised as he pointed to himself. He had no recollection of the man, but the latter knew him somehow.
“Of course I do. You cost the Spirit Jade Pavilion dearly. Today, you’ll pay with your life!” the man snarled through clenched teeth.
His name was Huang Guanghu, an elder of the Spirit Jade Pavilion and a trusted confidant of the pavilion master. His status was even higher than Shi Yuan’s.
He came to Eternal Spirit Mountain not just for treasure, but to kill Liu Wuxie.
After learning that Liu Wuxie had entered the heavenly coffin, the Spirit Jade Pavilion mobilized its forces. Huang Guanghu had come in pursuit with a group.
“I see. So you’re from the Spirit Jade Pavilion,” Liu Wuxie said calmly.
Over the last two months, the Spirit Jade Pavilion had formed alliances with various factions to suppress the Heavenly Dao Society, inflicting severe losses on them. Liu Wuxie was aware of their actions, but he had yet to obtain the opportunity to retaliate. Now, they had come knocking on his door.
“Liu Wuxie, we’ve been hunting you for a while. You’ve walked right into my hands,” Huang Guanghu sneered, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight.
Whoever killed Liu Wuxie would be richly rewarded and would even be granted guidance from the pavilion master himself, which would surely become a stepping stone to the Heaven Profound Realm.
Before entering the heavenly coffin, Huang Guanghu had only been at the eighth-level Earth Profound Realm. Inside, he had gained two levels, but a breakthrough to the Heaven Profound Realm still required heaven-defying luck.
Most of the treasures had already fallen into the hands of cultivators.
The only path left was through bloodshed.
“Master, be careful. He’s dangerous,” Hei Kui warned, struggling to his feet and limping toward Liu Wuxie.
“Are you hurt?” Liu Wuxie asked, concerned. No matter what, Hei Kui was now one of his own.
“I’ll be fine. I appreciate your concern, Master,” Hei Kui replied, quickly sitting down to heal.
“He called you Master?” Huang Guanghu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“End yourself. I won’t waste another breath on you,” Liu Wuxie said coldly. His voice dripped with disdain as he told a Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm cultivator to kill himself. If word were to spread, it would shake the cultivation world.
“Hahaha!” Huang Guanghu burst into laughter, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke.
“Liu Wuxie, you’re truly arrogant. Let me show you what real power looks like!” he snarled, no longer holding back.
He knew Liu Wuxie could fight beyond his level, but he was confident that no one could kill him unless they were Heaven Profound Realm experts. He struck without hesitation, swinging his sword in a thunderous arc aimed to end the battle in one blow.
“A piece of trash like you dares to act arrogant in front of me?” Liu Wuxie’s eyes narrowed. He called forth the Heretic Blade.
Huang Guanghu’s face turned ashen the moment it appeared. A crushing pressure swept over him. However, it wasn’t from Liu Wuxie, but from the blade itself.
Liu Wuxie raised the Heretic Blade and assumed the Origin Blade stance, an attack that fused countless profundities into one.
“Not good!” Huang Guanghu’s expression changed. He tried to retreat in panic.
“I gave you the dignity to end yourself,” Liu Wuxie said coldly.
The Heretic Blade fell, and the blade aura shredded Huang Guanghu’s defenses as if it were pieces of paper.
“Impossible! I’m at the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm! How can I not withstand your attack?!” Huang Guanghu screamed. Before he could finish, the blade ray split him apart, and the sheer force blew his body apart.
Liu Wuxie summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and absorbed Huang Guanghu’s laws and energy, feeding them into the desolate world.
“Master, thank you for saving my life,” Hei Kui said, kneeling before him.
Had it not been for Liu Wuxie’s help, he would have died at Huang Guanghu’s hands.
“Rise,” Liu Wuxie said, gesturing for Hei Kui to stand.
“Master, are you going to the altar too?” Hei Kui asked respectfully.
Hei Kui tried to message Liu Wuxie during the journey, but the messages failed to get through. With no other choice, he followed the crowd toward the altar.
“You know about the altar?” Liu Wuxie asked, glancing at him. He realized that the news had already begun to spread.
“I’ve heard bits and pieces. Many small altars have appeared recently. Later, rumors surfaced about a massive altar said to be inhabited by countless natives, and some say they might know the way out,” Hei Kui reported, relaying all the intelligence he had gathered.
Liu Wuxie hadn’t encountered any of the smaller altars himself. In truth, the war blade Liu Wuxie had obtained served as one such altar, a vessel that stored faith energy.
Altars never followed a fixed form. They could appear as stones, weapons, or houses—anything.
“Have you seen Xue’er or the others?” Liu Wuxie asked urgently.
“That’s why I fought Huang Guanghu,” Hei Kui admitted, guilt clouding his expression.
“Speak,” Liu Wuxie pressed.
“A few days ago, I overheard Huang Guanghu talking to someone about capturing a woman tied to you. I suspected that it might be one of them, so I deliberately leaked a rumor about a treasure to lure him out and learn more,” Hei Kui admitted.
Hei Kui hadn’t confirmed her identity, but he gambled on the possibility. It was a gamble that nearly cost him his life.
“Spirit Jade Pavilion… you’re courting death!” Liu Wuxie growled.
Liu Wuxie erupted with murderous intent. The surrounding space trembled, distorted, and collapsed as though he had torn reality apart.
Hei Kui shivered under the overwhelming pressure. He hadn’t expected his master’s strength to grow so terrifying in just a few months.
Even though the Conversion Art instilled loyalty in him, Hei Kui retained full awareness, and the sight before him left him shaken.
“Aside from Huang Guanghu, where are the others from the Spirit Jade Pavilion?” Liu Wuxie asked, taking a deep breath to suppress his fury.
Liu Wuxie made locating the others his top priority.
“Huang Guanghu said they were a hundred miles from here,” Hei Kui replied, pointing in a direction.
Hei Kui had intended to tell Liu Wuxie earlier, but Huang Guanghu died before he could.
“Let’s go,” Liu Wuxie said, shooting off like a comet.
Hei Kui trailed close behind him.
……
Several elders, including Shi Yuan, were gathered a hundred miles away.
“Huang Guanghu’s been gone too long. What’s keeping him?” Shi Yuan muttered impatiently.
Shi Yuan reaped massive gains from the heavenly coffin and advanced to the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm.
“Let’s wait a little longer. If he doesn’t return soon, we’ll move on,” another elder said.
“What about her?” Shi Yuan asked, pointing to a woman whose cultivation was sealed. She could still move, but someone had sealed her cultivation, rendering her no better than a mortal.
The three elders exchanged uneasy glances.
“She’s Liu Wuxie’s wife. She’ll be useful to us,” said a white-haired elder, his hooked nose and cane giving him a sinister appearance.
……
Time passed slowly.
Liu Wuxie activated Ghost Eye, scanning the area a hundred miles ahead. He radiated such an intense, murderous aura that even those far away could feel it.
“Spirit Jade Pavilion, you’re all dead men!” Liu Wuxie roared, diving like a hawk.
He landed in their midst and swept his palm outward.
The expressions of the four elders changed instantly. The pressure crushed them until they couldn’t breathe.
“Hei Kui, rescue her!” Liu Wuxie ordered.
Liu Wuxie launched the ambush in a flash. He had planned every move and cast Spatial Dao Art to seal the space.
“It’s Liu Wuxie!” Shi Yuan shouted in panic.
They hadn’t expected Liu Wuxie to find them, and his overwhelming aura made their hearts sink.
Liu Wuxie struck before they could even catch a breath.
With one punch, Liu Wuxie blasted Shi Yuan and the other three elders in all directions.
In that brief moment, Hei Kui reached the imprisoned woman.
Liu Wuxie slipped through space like a shadow, arriving without warning through Spatial Dao Art.
“Big Brother Liu!” Chen Ruoyan cried, eyes wide with relief.
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