Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1133 - Beaten Bloody
Chapter 1133 – Beaten Bloody
The gathered crowd watched with growing anxiety. They had expected a breathtaking clash, but Liu Wuxie stood unmoving, refusing to resist.
How was this even a fight?
The one attacking him was a cultivator at the Heaven Profound Realm, someone who had lived for countless years. The Liao Clan’s ancestor was a ruthless monster who had taken countless lives throughout his lifetime.
“Liu Wuxie, die!” the Liao Clan’s ancestor roared, his voice thundering across the sky.
Strangely, the sound didn’t travel beyond the battlefield. Liu Wuxie had already sealed the space for thousands of miles around the Liu Clan.
Liu Wuxie had already cast the Spatial Dao Art before the battle began, locking down the entire area to ensure that no one could get out of here alive.
While the colossal palm was descending, Liu Wuxie made his move. He shot upward like a cannonball, transforming into a blazing meteor aimed straight at the Liao Clan’s ancestor. His speed ripped open space itself, forming a violent storm.
A devastating punch followed, sweeping across the horizon.
The Liao Clan’s ancestor squinted in alarm, but Liu Wuxie had already closed in on him before he could react.
Liu Wuxie was moving at double his opponent’s speed.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and delivered a seemingly simple punch. It appeared simple, but its force could shake the heavens.
“Take this!” Liu Wuxie roared.
The Liao Clan’s ancestor raised his fist to block, but it was useless.
His punch smashed through the ancestor’s defenses, disintegrating the colossal palm into fragmented laws that scattered like dying stars.
A suffocating aura brewed above them. The ancestors of the other two clans stood frozen, unable to believe what they were seeing.
A deafening explosion echoed immediately afterward.
Liu Wuxie’s punch landed squarely, unleashing shockwaves that tore through the sky like tidal waves. His punch sent a figure hurtling through the air like a broken kite, crashing tens of thousands of meters away.
The punch shattered bones with a sound that echoed across the battlefield.
Blood burst from the ancestor’s wounds, staining the clouds crimson before raining down.
Time froze; no one dared to exhale.
“I must be dreaming…” a Liao Clan elder muttered, rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t accept it; Liu Wuxie had blasted their ancestor away with just one punch, after all.
Liu Wuxie’s punch had blown off the ancestor’s right arm.
“The Panwu Divine Art is terrifying…” Liu Wuxie murmured, surprised by his own strength. His physique had grown so powerful that it could overwhelm even a Heaven Profound Realm expert in one strike.
“This isn’t real! It’s an illusion!” members of the Wang Clan shouted in denial.
They refused to believe that an Earth Profound Realm cultivator could injure a Heaven Profound Realm ancestor.
Yet some remained silent. They had long since known that Liu Wuxie’s strength defied logic.
The ancestors of the Wang and Yuan Clans trembled. The power Liu Wuxie had just released unsettled them to their core.
“We must report this to the sect master at once! We must tell them that Liu Wuxie is capable of slaying experts at the Heaven Profound Realm!” exclaimed the elders of the Scarlet Dragon Cult and the Profound Cloud Sect. They turned and fled, eager to report Liu Wuxie’s strength.
“You came here to die—so die here!” Liu Wuxie snapped.
He wouldn’t allow them to escape and summon reinforcements. The two sects’ retaliation would be far more dangerous if they were given enough time to prepare.
“Heretic Blade, kill them all!”
Though still short of becoming a heaven-spirit artifact, the Heretic Blade surged into the sky, radiating a lethal presence.
Screams ripped through the sky.
Liu Wuxie slaughtered the elders and disciples from the two sects on the spot, cleaving them apart in a rain of blood.
His brutal display stunned everyone. None had expected him to wield such overwhelming strength.
“From now on, anyone who dares leave this place dies! That includes anyone who tries to spread word of what’s happening here,” Liu Wuxie declared, his voice slicing through the battlefield like a blade.
No one dared to speak.
Those planning to flee froze where they stood.
They weren’t from the two sects, so they believed Liu Wuxie would spare them once the battle ended. Even those who retrieved their Communication Talismans put them away, fearing Liu Wuxie would strike them down for even the slightest mistake.
The Heretic Blade circled the skies. Liu Wuxie dealt with any suspicious movements with a fatal punishment.
Liu Wuxie wasn’t merciless; his enemies were.
After this battle, he planned to storm the Spirit Jade Pavilion and wipe out every threat once and for all.
The Liao Clan’s ancestor gritted his teeth as pain surged through him. Although he could regrow his arm, the injury had already irretrievably damaged his foundation. The new limb would never be the same.
Having intimidated everyone present, Liu Wuxie turned toward the ancestors of the remaining two clans. The Liao Clan’s ancestor had lost his fighting ability.
“Come at me together!” Liu Wuxie said coldly.
He needed to end this quickly—another battle still awaited him.
The Spirit Jade Pavilion’s master was already at the second level of the Heaven Profound Realm. Liu Wuxie would need to devour the laws of these three ancestors to break through and have a chance.
The elites of the three clans slowly backed away, unwilling to approach him. Deep inside, they knew that if their ancestors fell, they would be the next to fall.
Liu Shen and Liu Xiaotian watched the scene unfold from afar with grim faces.
“Grand Elder, what should we do now? Judging from Liu Wuxie’s current strength, even those three might not be able to stop him,” Liu Xiaotian said anxiously.
Everything had been going according to plan, but Liu Wuxie had ruined it all. He had sealed off the entire battlefield, and the Heretic Blade patrolled the skies.
No one dared to move; even a mere twitch could mean death.
“Damn it! We should’ve killed him when we had the chance!” Liu Shen growled, murder flashing in his eyes.
“We need to think of something fast, or we’re all going to die,” Liu Xiaotian urged.
“Are you afraid?” Liu Shen glared at him.
Liu Xiaotian flinched and fell silent. The Grand Elder’s glare chilled him to the bone. He dared not speak again. All he could do was look up at the sky, praying desperately that the three ancestors could somehow kill Liu Wuxie.
The Liao Clan’s ancestor, having patched up his wounds, rejoined the battle. Though significantly weakened, he still surpassed most Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm cultivators and could offer some support.
The three ancestors moved into position and surrounded Liu Wuxie in a triangular formation.
Meanwhile, Liu Hanyi anchored her cultivation at the third level of the Heaven Profound Realm.
“Now!” one of them shouted. They couldn’t afford to waste more time.
“You two hold off Liu Wuxie. I’ll go kill Liu Hanyi!” exclaimed the Liao Clan’s ancestor, charging toward Liu Hanyi. She had become their greatest threat.
If they were to allow her to stabilize, the consequences would be disastrous.
With a rustle, a longsword appeared in his hand. He thrust it forward.
“Art of the Sun Setting on Snow!”
The sky shimmered with hues of red and silver, like the light of a sunset on fresh snow. Liu Wuxie had never seen such a powerful sword technique.
He activated Ghost Eye; now, nothing could hide from his sight.
As the Liao Clan’s ancestor neared Liu Hanyi, the Heretic Blade streaked in and blocked the strike with Origin Blade, unleashing a fearsome wave of blade intent that knocked him back.
“You dare flaunt such a garbage sword technique against me?” Liu Wuxie sneered.
Liu Wuxie charged forward and unleashed the Great Five Elemental Palm, his strike crashing into the sword aura and erasing it.
“What terrifying combat strength!” an old man beside Elder Madman murmured. He hadn’t even seen the moment Liu Wuxie sent the Liao Clan’s ancestor flying.
Liu Wuxie hadn’t even gone all out yet.
Just then, the Wang Clan’s ancestor roared and struck with the Seven Injuries Fist, surrounding Liu Wuxie in a cage of brutal energy.
“Your fist technique is also garbage!” Liu Wuxie shouted and charged straight at him.
“Annihilation Fist!” He rushed forward, determined to demonstrate to the Wang Clan what true fist technique looked like.
The moment the technique was activated, the sky turned black. Liu Wuxie’s strike drained the world itself of vitality as he fused all surrounding spiritual energy and laws into a single punch.
The pressure of it made the heart of the Wang Clan’s ancestor tremble. He couldn’t believe that such a terrifying fist technique existed. The fist flew with thunderous force, shattering his defenses and unraveling his laws in an instant.
“This can’t be real! I refuse to believe someone at the Earth Profound Realm can defeat someone at the Heaven Profound Realm!” he howled.
However, the truth was right before him.
Since ancient times, no cultivator at the Earth Profound Realm had been able to defeat someone at the Heaven Profound Realm. Despite facing the siege of two cultivators at the Heaven Profound Realm, Liu Wuxie fought calmly and composed.
A cataclysmic explosion echoed as the punch sent the Wang Clan’s ancestor flying away. The blow didn’t shatter his arm, but it made him cough blood and left his face pale.
At last, the Yuan Clan’s ancestor made his move.
He released silken threads from his sleeves, launching them at Liu Wuxie like spectral vipers.
During the last battle in Astral Glory City, these threads would have killed him if it hadn’t been for the Divine Sun Sword.
“Break!” Liu Wuxie roared. His shout shattered the threads, reducing them to dust before they could reach him.
