Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1219 - Heaven-Severing Strike
Chapter 1219 – Heaven-Severing Strike
Liu Wuxie’s words shocked not only the outer disciples but also the elders watching from afar. None of them understood why he had refused additional resources.
“Since this is an auction, it should naturally go to the highest bidder,” Deng Huaiguang said. His eyes flashed with anger. No one had ever rejected him before, and though he restrained himself out of dignity, his tone grew heavier, a clear message of fury directed at Liu Wuxie.
“I already made it clear—the Wisdom Stones are auctioned only within the outer sect. That has always been the rule from the very beginning,” Liu Wuxie replied. He knew what Deng Huaiguang meant, but he would not overturn his own rules.
If he sold the Wisdom Stone to Deng Huaiguang, it would be no different from slapping his own face. He issued ninety-seven bamboo placards, which meant only ninety-seven disciples could bid for the Wisdom Stones. No one else would have a chance, no matter how many resources Deng Huaiguang possessed.
For Liu Wuxie, this was a matter of principle.
“This boy has character, and I like it,” the elders murmured among themselves, admiring Liu Wuxie. At the very least, he was not the type to bow before someone stronger. Few disciples maintained composure before such a formidable opponent.
If someone else were in Liu Wuxie’s shoes, they would certainly fawn over Deng Huaiguang, perhaps even selling the stone for cheap to curry favor. Building ties with an inner disciple promised benefits and protection, after all.
“It’s not easy to maintain a steady heart. Let’s see how he resolves this,” one elder murmured. Though they admired Liu Wuxie’s courage, they were not optimistic. They believed he would suffer once he confronted an inner disciple.
The surrounding disciples gloated. Liu Wuxie had just forced them into conflict, and though many resented him, they dared not say it aloud. They were no match for him, but inner disciples could handle him.
“Since you set the rule, you can naturally change it,” Deng Huaiguang said, pressing Liu Wuxie to compromise.
“I’m sorry, but once a rule is set, it cannot be changed. If there’s another Wisdom Stone auction, I will ensure Senior Brother Deng is informed first,” Liu Wuxie replied firmly.
He would not break his word for anyone. Of course, he still spoke politely.
Despite saying that, everyone knew Liu Wuxie would never sell more Wisdom Stones after today. His words were only a courtesy.
“Do you know the consequences of refusing me?” Deng Huaiguang said, his patience thinning as murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His seventh-level Origin Conversion aura erupted, sweeping ordinary Transcendent Realm disciples off their feet. Even Jiang Shanyue staggered back several steps under the pressure.
He Yingwu grew anxious. He knew Liu Wuxie was strong, but could he really face someone at the seventh-level Origin Conversion Realm?
The elders in the distance did not intervene. Although they had tried to intervene earlier, a mysterious force blocked them. Now they watched, and the upper echelons clearly gave tacit approval.
“Are you threatening me?” Liu Wuxie asked coldly. He had spoken calmly and reasonably, but rules were principles. Once he established them, no one could overturn them.
“If you want to take it that way, so be it,” Deng Huaiguang said, openly admitting his threat. If Liu Wuxie refused to sell him the Wisdom Stone, he would treat it as an offense. The auction would not be able to continue peacefully by then.
Many inner disciples had appeared nearby, though they did not approach. They stood at a distance, observing.
“So, you intend to ruin this auction?” Liu Wuxie’s face sank, and murderous intent erupted from him. Since Deng Huaiguang had failed to buy the Wisdom Stone, he had decided to seize it by force.
Jiang Shanyue nearly wept, cursing Deng Huaiguang inwardly. Why did he have to come now, of all times?
The atmosphere tightened as invisible shockwaves rippled outward.
“Here are one hundred thousand astral stones. The Wisdom Stone belongs to me now, whether you’re selling it or not,” Deng Huaiguang said. He retrieved a pouch of astral stones and tossed it to Liu Wuxie. He robbed openly.
He offered only one hundred thousand to maintain appearances, lest others accuse him of theft. With this gesture, he could at least claim he purchased it.
Then, he moved—shooting forward with monstrous speed, straight for the Wisdom Stone in Liu Wuxie’s hand. No one expected him to act so suddenly.
“Liu Wuxie is in danger now. He stands no chance against someone at the seventh-level Origin Conversion Realm,” whispered the War Dragon Institute disciples, already imagining Liu Wuxie’s death at Deng Huaiguang’s hands.
Mu Heng remained silent in the crowd, not joining the auction.
Deng Huaiguang closed the distance in an instant, and his palm neared Liu Wuxie. Just when everyone thought Liu Wuxie would die, a terrifying aura erupted above him like a volcanic blast. The martial field trembled as though a primordial beast had awakened.
“Is the seventh-level Origin Conversion Realm so great? Since you’re courting death, I’ll grant your wish!” Liu Wuxie declared. He resolved to kill Deng Huaiguang as a warning to everyone. He had also noticed earlier that an invisible force stopped the thirty elders when they tried to intervene.
With the Heavenly Dao Book’s help, he was certain now—since no one stepped in to stop him, the upper echelons had condoned his actions. Earlier, dozens had died fighting for bidding slots, and still, the elders hadn’t interfered.
It wasn’t just Liu Wuxie; even the other disciples had found it odd.
With the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, he could defeat cultivators at the third- or fourth-level Origin Conversion Realm, but facing someone at the seventh level was another matter.
Without warning, the Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie’s hand, and he raised it high.
“Heaven-Severing Strike!” he roared. Boundless blade aura swept out, splitting the sky. The strike carried the intent to sever heaven itself, rending sky and shattering earth.
The thirty elders recoiled in shock. Even the upper echelons in the lesser realm sensed the Heaven-Severing Strike’s power.
As Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade down, the sky darkened. Apocalyptic gloom swallowed the martial field, and countless disciples collapsed, trembling in fear. The sheer blade intent shattered dao hearts; weaker Transcendent Realm disciples even soiled themselves.
The sect master of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, who severed his observation earlier, revealed a grave face the moment Liu Wuxie unleashed the strike.
“An immortal art?” the sect master murmured. He detected the shadow of an immortal art within the blow. Though Liu Wuxie modified it, the Heaven-Severing Strike still contained its essence.
Few in the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain—even among immortals—could wield such arts. How could a mere Transcendent Realm disciple grasp their profundity?
“Holy shit! What is that blade technique? Why do I feel my soul trembling?” cried a Heavenly Martial Institute elder, clutching his head. He could not withstand the blade intent’s suppressive power.
Who could contend with even the shadow of an immortal art? It overwhelmed mythical arts with ease.
Deng Huaiguang’s face drained of color. Too late to retreat, his palm froze in midair. The Heaven-Severing Strike locked onto him, leaving no room to escape.
The inner disciples standing at a distance looked on in shock.
“Is he really an outer disciple? How did he master such a heaven-defying blade technique?” they whispered. Even as inner-sect elites, they knew that unless they reached the Primal Origin Realm, they would never resist this strike.
Deng Huaiguang wanted to cry. A dignified inner disciple at the seventh-level Origin Conversion Realm—yet he could do nothing.
The outer disciples huddled like frightened lambs, crouching low and clutching their heads.
Ding Yi’s eyes shone. How many more secrets was Liu Wuxie hiding?
The wilderness training already shocked the outer sect elders, but now, even the inner sect elders grew curious about him.
The blade aura grew fiercer, devouring the surrounding laws and weaving them into the strike. Unrivaled power ripped through the fabric of the sky and created a black rift in space—a feat normally possible only for Void Realm cultivators.
Yet Liu Wuxie tore space with a single strike.
“Who is that brat? That blade technique doesn’t belong to our Heavenly Dragon Sect,” Huang Shan said, his face grim with venomous hatred.
“No wonder the Ling Qiong Clan wants him dead. He cannot be allowed to keep growing,” Xiao Li said, eyes gleaming with murderous intent as his fists clenched. Their feud with Liu Wuxie was irreconcilable, destined to erupt sooner or later.
Liu Wuxie’s aura surged to its peak. When he first practiced the Heaven-Severing Strike, he was only at the Heaven Profound Realm. Now, at the third-level Transcendent Realm, even he was shocked by its power. The strike transcended heaven and earth, evolving into a great mythical art.
“No!” Deng Huaiguang could not even beg for mercy. His dao heart shattered, and terror consumed him. He could only watch as the Heretic Blade descended upon him.
The world froze. Everyone held their breath, eyes locked on the falling blade.
