Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1139 - Pinnacle Fight
Chapter 1139 – Pinnacle Fight
A curtain of black sword aura blanketed the sky as time rapidly slipped away from Liu Wuxie.
“Madman, are you still not going to act? Are you really going to let him die?” the old man beside Elder Madman urged, anxiety thick in his voice.
“No rush. He won’t die,” Elder Madman said with a grin. Ever since reaching the Heaven Profound Realm and untying the knot in his heart, he had grown much more carefree.
The old man shook his head. Since Elder Madman had refused to intervene, he could only keep watching.
The Heretic Blade slammed into the black curtain repeatedly, but it couldn’t break through the Ancient God-Demon Sword, which brimmed with ancient laws. Only Heaven Profound Realm cultivators could tear it apart.
Liu Wuxie learned from Han Shanzi that the Black Plume Pavilion once belonged to the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Though they refused to return to the Astral Domain, they retained access to its secret techniques.
The Ancient God-Demon Sword was one of such art.
Power descended from the heavens and reinforced the technique. The curtain of sword aura expanded, forming a prison that sealed Liu Wuxie in place.
The technique exceeded the limits of the True Martial Continent. The surrounding space shattered, and shockwaves spread outward. The sword aura devoured buildings as though a black hole had consumed them.
“Kill him! Kill him!” the Scarlet Dragon Cult disciples shouted, urging the shadowy figure to finish Liu Wuxie.
Members of the Profound Cloud Sect and the Five Elemental Sect quickly joined the chant. They knew their only hope of survival was in Liu Wuxie’s death.
The situation grew dire as even the Great Five Elemental Palm failed to break the Ancient God-Demon Sword.
The curtain of black aura devoured all energy, rendering Liu Wuxie’s dao techniques useless. No matter what technique Liu Wuxie unleashed, he failed to leave a single mark on it.
Winds howled; the sun flared; the mountains trembled; and the earth quaked. The power in the sky threatened the whole True Martial Continent. If left unchecked, it could probably even bury the Central Plains.
The Heaven Profound Realm cultivator wielded the power to destroy worlds.
“What do we do now?” Panic gripped the Heavenly Dao Society. No one knew how to respond. Even the Nine Profound Sect members grew anxious. None of them wanted to see Liu Wuxie fall to the Black Plume Pavilion.
“You’ve danced long enough. Time to end this.” Liu Wuxie’s voice rang from above.
“What? Does Liu Wuxie still have a trump card?” Experts from the three sects stared in disbelief. The moment the Ancient God-Demon Sword descended, it seemed inevitable that he would die, but his words suggested otherwise.
He had used every known dao technique, yet failed to break the sword curtain. Unless he broke through to the Heaven Profound Realm, they saw no way he could kill the shadowy figure.
Still, anticipation filled the crowd. They wanted to witness the miracle that Liu Wuxie was about to unveil.
“Avici Hell, suppress!” A pitch-black cauldron crashed from the sky, trailing demonic flames, infernal chains, and the shadow of Avici Hell itself.
Darkness consumed the heavens and earth; even reality itself was inverted. The laws of the True Martial Continent shattered into dust. A dreadful aura erupted from the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron—an aura capable of devouring the continent itself.
Terrified, Heaven Profound Realm cultivators fled, unwilling to linger for even a second. They feared that they could be next.
Avici Hell loomed in the sky, exuding the power to shatter mountains and crush the heavens.
Countless white hands stretched from the abyss, clawing their way toward the mortal realm.
Vengeful spirits suppressed for eons stirred restlessly. If released, they would plunge the continent into a nightmare.
The shadowy figure trembled the moment Avici Hell appeared. He could already smell death. Cracks tore through the black curtain, splitting it like a colossal egg that was crushed from the inside.
Before Avici Hell, the Ancient God-Demon Sword shattered without resistance.
At that moment, a terrifying aura surged from the Spirit Jade Pavilion’s depths. The pavilion master had finally made his move. If he were to wait any longer, the shadowy figure would perish.
“Your opponent is me!”
An azure figure shot across the sky, intercepting the overwhelming force.
“It’s the Liu Clan’s ancestor!” Shouts and gasps erupted.
Liu Hanyi stood, revealed as the figure. Her terrifying aura had already surged to the third-level Heaven Profound Realm, nearing the fourth.
Yu Tai, still alive, trembled and nearly fainted at the sight of her. Now, he understood how hopeless their strength truly was. Even without Liu Hanyi, Liu Wuxie alone could destroy them. Since she was here, they stood no chance now.
Their final ray of hope was the Spirit Jade Pavilion’s master.
They could live to see another die if he killed both Liu Wuxie and Liu Hanyi.
Just then, a massive explosion shook the heavens.
Liu Hanyi had just blocked the pavilion master’s blow.
The pavilion master finally revealed himself, hovering in the air in the form of a golden figure. He looked no older than his mid-thirties; he emanated a scholarly air, but his youthful face hid an ancient soul.
None could have imagined that the gentle-looking man had been ruling both the Spirit Jade Pavilion and the Black Plume Pavilion for thousands of years.
As Avici Hell descended, the shadowy figure’s illusory form materialized. He had cultivated a secret technique to remain hidden, projecting only a phantom. Before their eyes, Avici Hell devoured him—no explosion and no scream.
He simply ceased to exist.
Just as swiftly as it came, Avici Hell vanished. Liu Wuxie had drained every drop of true essence from the desolate world to summon it. Five million supreme-grade spirit stones detonated into liquid spiritual energy, flooding the void.
Liu Wuxie recalled the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, and Avici Hell sank into the abyss. He absorbed the surging Heaven Profound Realm laws into the desolate world, yet even with his aura surging, Liu Wuxie failed to make a breakthrough into the ninth-level Earth Profound Realm.
When the shadowy figure vanished, the pavilion master’s face turned icy, and murderous intent poured out from him.
“Liu Wuxie, I will kill you myself,” he declared coldly. He released his terrifying aura, spreading his fifth-level Heaven Profound Realm pressure across the land.
The shockwave hurled Liu Wuxie backward. Though he could slay second-level Heaven Profound cultivators, he couldn’t match someone at the fifth level.
Even Liu Hanyi would only survive a few dozen exchanges with someone like that.
The pavilion master strode forward, and with each step, the sky would tremble. In the eyes of mortals, he was no different from an immortal. Only the two academy grandmasters matched his cultivation.
Across the True Martial Continent, fewer than a hundred cultivators were Heaven Profound Realm experts, and only three stood at the fifth level—the two grandmasters and the Spirit Jade Pavilion’s master.
The Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy’s grandmaster remained in seclusion, recovering from inner demon injuries, while the Dragon Emperor Academy’s grandmaster was too far to intervene.
No one could save Liu Wuxie.
“Your opponent is me!” Liu Hanyi roared, slamming her palm forward. Her third-level Heaven Profound aura conjured a massive golden hand that crashed toward the pavilion master.
“Get lost!” With a casual wave, he dispelled her attack and pressed onward.
A deafening explosion rang out. Liu Hanyi flew hundreds of thousands of meters before stabilizing herself. Both stood at the Heaven Profound Realm, but the gulf between them was vast.
At higher cultivation stages, even half a level could make all the difference.
Despite this, Liu Hanyi didn’t retreat. She charged forward again, blocking the pavilion master’s path and unleashing her strongest technique.
Countless golden runes shaped like Buddhist palms filled the sky, merging into a radiant swastika that descended on him. She unleashed a dao technique from the Buddhist Clan.
For the first time, the pavilion master showed a flicker of seriousness. He once could crush Liu Hanyi with one hand, but now, she could rival a fourth-level Heaven Profound Realm cultivator.
“Great Luo Palm!” Though slightly surprised, he still didn’t regard her as a threat. A colossal palm appeared and crushed the swastika with ease. Tension crackled through the crowd. Even Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected that the pavilion master’s strength was at such terrifying heights.
He believed the man to be at most at the third or fourth level. If he could hold out with Liu Hanyi’s help, he probably stood a chance.
As long as he could stabilize the situation and had another year to spend, he believed he could kill the pavilion master. However, it was clear that the pavilion master had no intention of waiting a year. He was going to end it all today.
The swastika shattered, and the blow forced Liu Hanyi to cough up blood. Liu Hanyi’s face went pale, as the lone attack had crushed her core laws.
