Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1122 - Fighting Jiao Ba

Chapter 1122 – Fighting Jiao Ba

Liu Wuxie ignored Bai Wensheng and Ji Yuzhen, surging straight toward the altar’s peak.

His speed reached terrifying levels. Even Heaven Profound Realm experts couldn’t follow him. In a few blinks, he tore through the battlefield and soared toward the summit.

“Liu Wuxie, where do you think you’re going?!” Bai Wensheng roared, swinging his sword down with immense force befitting a Heaven Profound Realm expert.

From afar, Elder Madman watched, ready to intervene at any moment.

“Get lost!” Liu Wuxie bellowed. He refused to waste time—rescuing the three women took priority.

He swung the Heretic Blade, releasing a devastating wave. Blade aura surged like a flood, blasting cultivators from all factions into the air. It didn’t matter if they were from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion or another force—none escaped his wrath.

“What terrifying power! That one strike rivals a Heaven Profound Realm expert!” someone shouted.

“That’s Liu Wuxie? He’s terrifying!” For many, it was their first time seeing him in action, and his reputation proved to be no exaggeration.

The crushing blade aura stopped Bai Wensheng in his tracks. Liu Wuxie’s suppression pinned him to the spot, causing him to freeze in place.

Everyone stood in stunned silence at the sight.

“He can withstand the power of someone at the Heaven Profound Realm?”

Countless spectators stared in disbelief, questioning whether they were dreaming.

Elder Madman slowly lowered his raised hand, letting his aura fade. Watching Liu Wuxie’s growth brought a quiet sense of comfort.

Ji Yuzhen hesitated but didn’t act. Liu Wuxie’s fury made his target obvious—those atop the altar. Ji Yuzhen chose to let him charge ahead and deal with it.

Liu Wuxie’s sudden appearance had brought a momentary pause to the battlefield. All eyes were on him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Meanwhile, the Golden Cauldron Pavilion’s forces had taken heavy losses. With hundreds dead, their resistance began to falter. The army from the Central Plains was about to overwhelm them completely.

Jiao Ba glanced at the black-robed figure atop the altar, and then he launched himself like a lightning bolt toward Liu Wuxie.

He slammed down from above, swinging twin war hammers brimming with crushing power. Though he hadn’t entered the Heaven Profound Realm, Jiao Ba still rivaled its experts. He wielded monstrous hammer strikes backed by sheer physical power and his Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm cultivation.

The air reeked of blood. Behind the altar, countless natives kept kneeling and calmly offered their faith energy as chaos unfolded before them.

“Jiao Ba! You nearly killed my grandfather—today, you’re going to die!” Liu Wuxie roared, blood-red fury in his eyes.

The Heretic Blade unleashed a blinding blade ray, stretching across half the horizon. A suffocating wave of power swept out, and cultivators could feel the frigid blade aura even from a thousand meters away.

Jiao Ba remained silent and swung his hammers down with terrifying force.

As soon as the blade met the hammers, shockwaves boomed across the sky. The shockwaves vaporized nearby cultivators, demonstrating Jiao Ba’s terrifying strength.

Liu Wuxie flipped through the air and landed solidly. His arms tingled with numbness, but he didn’t falter.

Since stepping into the Earth Profound Realm, Jiao Ba was the strongest opponent Liu Wuxie had faced. He hadn’t expected Jiao Ba’s strength to be so formidable.

However, Jiao Ba wasn’t unscathed—he stumbled back dozens of steps before charging again.

The two clashed once more. Neither could bring the other down quickly.

Meanwhile, other cultivators attempted to circle and ascend the altar from an alternative path.

“You’re courting death!” Jiao Ba roared and hurled a hammer at the climbers.

The hammer strike threw dozens from the altar and sent them crashing violently to the ground.

“You dare look away while fighting me?” Liu Wuxie sneered.

He didn’t care about the altar’s treasures. He had only two goals: kill Jiao Ba and avenge his grandfather, and then rescue the three women before escaping the heavenly coffin. The rest meant nothing to him.

The Heretic Blade erupted with greater power, weaving an intricate net of blade rays.

Jiao Ba’s momentary distraction cost him. Liu Wuxie seized the opportunity and closed the gap, appearing within five meters of his foe.

“Die,” he said flatly.

Liu Wuxie’s formidable blade aura ripped through Jiao Ba’s defenses and aimed straight for his vitals.

Though Jiao Ba was strong, his cultivation remained capped at the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm. Against Liu Wuxie, who was not even afraid of Heaven Profound Realm experts, he stood no chance.

Just before the blade aura could land, a sudden sword ray shattered it and saved Jiao Ba.

The black-robed figure had intervened and sliced with only their fingers, unleashing a surgically precise and terrifyingly strong sword ray. The level of control proved that they were a true elite swordsman.

Despite the narrow save, Jiao Ba lunged forward once more.

“That’s enough,” the black-robed figure said in a high-pitched voice, clearly altered to disguise the speaker’s identity.

Liu Wuxie frowned. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he’d heard it before.

Jiao Ba glared at him, and then he returned toward the altar with his hammers in hand.

However, Liu Wuxie had no intention of letting him go, especially when he was the one who almost killed his grandfather. He raised the Heretic Blade again and attacked.

“You want to die?!” Jiao Ba roared, lifting his hammers again.

The black-robed figure suddenly coughed and stopped him mid-charge. Jiao Ba gritted his teeth, halted the attack, and retreated, narrowly avoiding Liu Wuxie’s blow as he returned to the altar.

Liu Wuxie didn’t pause. He shot upward in pursuit, his focus now on rescuing the three women from Jiao Ba and the black-robed figure.

“You three, run!” Liu Wuxie shouted.

Oddly, the black-robed figure maintained a respectful distance and refrained from interfering. They kept their distance and deliberately avoided approaching the three women.

Liu Wuxie planned to engage both enemies to buy them time to escape, but the women exchanged confused glances, showing no intention of fleeing. Where would they run? To the base of the altar, where enemies had nearly captured them moments ago?

If not for the black-robed figure’s intervention, they would have already been captured and used as leverage against Liu Wuxie.

“Big Brother Liu, wait! This is a misunderstanding!” Xu Lingxue called out, stepping forward.

Her words froze Liu Wuxie in mid-air. If he hadn’t restrained his strike, he would have struck her.

Reluctantly, Liu Wuxie pulled back the Heretic Blade and landed atop the altar, now only dozens of meters from Jiao Ba and the black-robed figure.

“Jiao Ba, do you remember the Liu Clan?” Liu Wuxie asked coldly, taking a few steps forward. He suspected someone was manipulating the three women. Why else would they protect his enemies?

Jiao Ba turned and studied Liu Wuxie. Recognition flickered in his eyes. “You’re Liu Wuxie!”

“Good. Since you recognize me, let them go. This has nothing to do with them,” Liu Wuxie demanded.

Below the altar, five to six thousand cultivators stared up, baffled by the scene. Liu Wuxie had a grudge with the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, but why had the battle stopped?

Bai Wensheng and the others cautiously stepped closer. The Golden Cauldron Pavilion cultivators dared not intervene without orders. One by one, they fell back to guard the altar.

“We’ve never imprisoned them. They’re free to leave if they wish,” Jiao Ba said, gesturing toward the three women.

Liu Wuxie scanned them. He found no injuries. No one had suppressed their cultivation either.

None of it made sense.

“Big Brother Liu, it’s thanks to Brother Jiao Ba that we’re alive. Without him, we would’ve fallen into the hands of those people,” Jian Xing’er said, pointing at Bai Wensheng and his group.

Once they discovered that the three women were Liu Wuxie’s wives, they recklessly attacked to capture them.

Jiao Ba had stepped forward and fought them off.

“Do you even know who he is?! He almost killed my grandfather!” Liu Wuxie snapped, stepping protectively in front of the women.

Now it was the three ladies’ turn to look confused. They hadn’t known about Liu Wuxie’s grudge against Jiao Ba, but Jiao Ba had indeed saved them.

Liu Wuxie didn’t doubt what they were saying, but he couldn’t understand why Jiao Ba had done it.

“He didn’t poison your grandfather,” the black-robed figure said suddenly.

Liu Wuxie’s eyes sharpened, locking onto the cloaked figure. However, a strange barrier shrouded their face, blocking even divine sense from seeing through them.

“He was the one Liu Xiaotian invited to the Liu Clan back then. If not him, then who?” Liu Wuxie snapped. Everything had pointed to Jiao Ba.

“What a joke!” Jiao Ba sneered. “I merely visited the Liu Clan, and you’re blaming me for the poisoning? Where’s your proof?”

Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected a denial. He thought Jiao Ba would gloat and admit it.

However, it had been years. Whatever evidence once existed was long gone. If any evidence had existed, Liu Xiaotian had probably destroyed it by now.

“Keep denying it; you’re still going to die today,” Liu Wuxie said coldly. He ended the discussion.

He could capture Jiao Ba and search his soul sea to uncover the truth.

“I swear on my life—he didn’t poison your grandfather. Someone else committed the deed,” the black-robed figure said firmly.