Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1190 - Absorbing Dragon Aura
Chapter 1190 – Absorbing Dragon Aura
No one had expected Liu Wuxie to retaliate all of a sudden.
The instant their fists collided, a shockwave blasted outward. The force shredded dead leaves into powder.
A sharp crack rang out as bones snapped in midair. Someone streaked across the air and smashed into the courtyard wall.
Liu Wuxie had sent the first attacker flying in an arc, and the latter smashed into the courtyard wall. He lay crumpled on the ground, broken, his life or death uncertain.
Hisses of disbelief erupted from the new disciples outside. They had just witnessed Liu Wuxie send a pinnacle Transcendent Realm cultivator flying with a single punch.
Tie Niu’s eyes narrowed. The explosive force Liu Wuxie had displayed was far beyond the Heaven Profound Realm, closer to the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm itself.
The courtyard fell into silence.
Tie Niu stood at the first level of the Origin Conversion Realm, an inner disciple by right. Yet like many, he had chosen to linger outside, preferring to rule as an outer sect tyrant rather than sit at the bottom of the inner sect.
For years, he had been ruling through fear and violence.
Not long ago, someone had approached him with a lucrative offer—punish a certain newcomer in exchange for great rewards. Tie Niu had accepted without hesitation.
“Will you leave on your own, or must I throw you out?” Liu Wuxie asked coldly. Murderous intent surged from him like a tidal wave, sweeping over Tie Niu and his men.
With so many people watching, Tie Niu’s reputation would shatter if he retreated.
“You’re pretty arrogant,” Tie Niu sneered, cracking his knuckles. “You’re the first person to speak to me like this, and I’ll make you regret ever being born.”
He unleashed his aura, and the oppressive might of the Origin Conversion Realm poured out of him. The difference between realms was vast. A Transcendent Realm’s pressure meant nothing compared to the true essence of the Origin Conversion Realm, which could manifest laws dozens of times stronger.
“Senior Brother Tie Niu, let us handle him,” the remaining three lackeys said as they surrounded Liu Wuxie in a triangular formation. They believed their senior brother ought to avoid dirtying his hands with a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator.
“Don’t kill him,” Tie Niu ordered with mockery in his voice. “But crippling him… that’s another matter.”
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother. We’ll be careful,” they answered, grinning brutally.
The three moved in unison, their bare hands striking with flawless coordination.
“Liu Wuxie’s doomed,” a new disciple whispered outside the courtyard. They had all paid their tribute. The older disciples would usually give Xu Guang a face, but it would be different as time passed. After all, Xu Guang was a deacon, not an elder.
“Serves him right,” another muttered. “If he had just been humble, none of this would have happened to him. One scripture—he could’ve shared it with all of us.”
Jealousy flared. The Heavenly Sacred Dragon Scripture and the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms were treasures far more precious than pills or stones. While resources could be bought, techniques like these required sect contributions.
“He won’t keep that scripture for long.” Another sighed. “It’s a pity we won’t get a share.”
Even if Liu Wuxie possessed formidable combat strength, he couldn’t compare to an Origin Conversion Realm expert.
The three lackeys struck at once, fists locking onto Liu Wuxie’s vitals. He didn’t even need the Ghost Eye to read their movements; his divine force had surged since refining the Bamboo Mountain Beast.
He saved the Frost Mythical Art as his trump card. The Annihilation Fist would suffice. Merging the Seven Dipper Steps with the Divine Dragon Phantom, his figure blurred and vanished.
Their fists struck empty air as Liu Wuxie bent space itself within half a meter.
“Get lost!” Liu Wuxie roared. His voice thundered like a divine dragon’s cry, his aura suffocating, his figure towering like a demon god. The eruption of his true essence even made Tie Niu uneasy.
He dared not enhance the Annihilation Fist with immortal runes. The Astral Domain’s laws were too strong; using immortal runes could end up in him getting crushed him under their weight. Yet even without them, the Annihilation Fist surpassed ordinary martial arts of the astral domain.
Before the lackeys could react, his punch landed.
Three bodies shot through the air like comets, slamming into different corners of the courtyard. Each of them landed headfirst, blood streaming from their five orifices.
“What terrifying speed!” The observing disciples gasped.
They began to question if Liu Wuxie truly belonged to the Heaven Profound Realm. In their eyes, Heaven Profound cultivators were no better than slaves, scraping at the bottom of the Astral Domain’s hierarchy. Yet here was Liu Wuxie, sending three pinnacle Transcendent Realm experts flying with a single strike.
It was one thing to defeat one opponent; crushing three at once was just terrifying.
Liu Wuxie turned back to Tie Niu, his gaze cold and emotionless.
“Tell me,” he said, “who sent you here?”
He had no intention of letting them walk away this time. Their accuracy in finding his courtyard meant someone had already pointed them to it.
“You’ll never know!” Tie Niu spat, his eyes blazing with murderous fury as he drew a long blade.
“That’s interesting. You even know my name,” Liu Wuxie said calmly. He stood five steps away, the air around him dropping sharply in temperature. Frost spread through the courtyard, forcing the onlookers outside to retreat.
Against an Origin Conversion Realm cultivator, he needed the Frost Mythical Art. He hadn’t yet studied the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, and ordinary techniques would never suffice. Once he had more time, he intended to comprehend as many mythical arts as possible.
“Dragon Twisting Strike!” Tie Niu roared, swinging his blade. The sword aura churned like a storm, crushing everything in its path. The whirlwind caught dry leaves, broken stone fragments, and even the crooked tree in the courtyard, straining to the point of breaking.
Against a Transcendent Realm cultivator, such ferocity would have forced surrender. However, Liu Wuxie’s Heavenly Dao Book unfolded, dissolving the oncoming aura. In the depths of his desolate world, the Heavenly Dragon Seal stirred. Its fractured laws had begun mending since he entered the Astral Domain, as if drawn to its home.
Liu Wuxie suspected the Heavenly Dragon Seal itself was a lost treasure of the Astral Domain.
“Heavenly Dragon Seal—crush him!” he roared.
The seal manifested. It was vast and heavy, and it descended rapidly from the sky. The courtyard walls cracked, and the ground trembled beneath its weight. No one could have imagined a Heaven Profound disciple wielding a dragon clan artifact.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect itself shared deep ties with the dragon clan. Its very mountain range resembled a colossal dragon lying at rest, and the dragon vein beneath proved that connection.
When the seal emerged, a terrifying dragon aura burst from a distant corner of the sect, sweeping across the heavens. It rushed toward the Heavenly Martial Institution, gathering above Liu Wuxie’s courtyard before pouring into the Heavenly Dragon Seal.
Suddenly, dazzling brilliance erupted as the seal absorbed the aura, its power swelling.
“This…” Liu Wuxie froze, stunned for a moment. He had only meant to suppress Tie Niu, planning to follow with the Frost Mythical Art. He hadn’t expected the Heavenly Dragon Seal to resonate with the sect itself.
Color drained from Tie Niu’s face.
“Y-You possess a dragon clan artifact!” he stammered, his bravado shattered. The sect owned a few such artifacts, left behind by dragon ancestors long ago.
The entire Heavenly Dragon Sect stirred. The Heavenly Dragon Seal wasn’t the most powerful dragon clan artifact, but it carried pure dragon laws.
Combined with the dragon bones, blood, and pearl Liu Wuxie had refined, its aura shook the heavens.
The Heavenly Dragon Seal absorbed all the dragon aura that surged over, allowing it to grow stronger and larger until it showed signs of advancing to a heaven-spirit artifact.
The Heavenly Dragon Seal completely suppressed Tie Niu’s aura and shattered his technique into pieces using its dragon aura.
Voices rose from the distance as divine senses swept toward the courtyard.
“What a terrifying dragon clan aura! Is Elder Long forging something?”
“No—this feels foreign! It isn’t one of ours. Did someone intrude into the sect?”
Their senses probed until they found the source—Liu Wuxie.
“A Heaven Profound Realm?”
“The Heavenly Dragon Seal?” Shock rippled through them. None could believe that someone so low in cultivation wielded such a heaven-defying treasure.
Seizing the moment as Tie Niu faltered beneath the seal’s suppression, Liu Wuxie unleashed the Frost Mythical Art. A colossal ice sword manifested, its edge locking tightly onto Tie Niu.
Color drained from Tie Niu’s face. Though he had reached the Origin Conversion Realm, he had never grasped a mythical art. Yet before him, a mere Heaven Profound cultivator wielded one with ease.
