Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1279 - Heart Ignition Heart
Chapter 1279 – Heart Ignition Heart
The elven race’s fighting style differed significantly from that of humans; they used incantations to cast their magic. With a graceful chant, water surged around the elven saintess, layers overlapping into a beautiful cascade.
The streams gathered swiftly and wrapped around Li Dayuan’s Divine Void-Rending Palm. The pressure on Liu Wuxie dropped at once, and he seized the moment, shattering the Divine Void-Rending Palm with the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art.
The palm collapsed, and the backlash struck Li Dayuan hard.
“After I kill him, I’ll take my time tormenting you two!” Li Dayuan roared.
Though the Divine Void-Rending Palm couldn’t kill Liu Wuxie, it still restricted him. Li Dayuan’s hands flew through seals as tens of thousands of swords coalesced into a colossal blade. Sword aura howled upward, sharp enough to tear open the sky, and danger pricked at Liu Wuxie’s senses.
“Brat, have a taste of my Divine Wind Sword! No one has ever survived this attack of mine,” Li Dayuan said with a sinister laugh, his momentum surging higher.
His sword aura flooded the heavens, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch beneath its suppression. Liu Wuxie tensed as though an ancient, ferocious beast had locked onto him. He hadn’t expected the sword to be so fearsome.
“Saintess, this young master is in danger,” said the elf beside the Saintess.
The water magic had drained the final vestiges of the power they had recovered and could cast no more.
“May he be unharmed,” the Saintess said, deep worry in her eyes. From the first moment she saw Liu Wuxie, a familiar aura stirred within her—déjà vu she couldn’t explain.
Facing the Divine Wind Sword, Liu Wuxie showed no concern, only mockery. He summoned the Heretic Blade and pointed it at the sky.
Li Dayuan’s sword intent was strong, but Liu Wuxie’s blade intent wasn’t weak. The instant he took the Heaven-Severing Strike’s stance, blade intent erupted like a bright moon rising and shattered the aura the Divine Wind Sword had gathered.
The unprecedented force made Li Dayuan’s eyelids twitch wildly; he couldn’t fathom what monstrous prodigy he had provoked. When the unmatched blade fell from the sky, it carried the power of the gods, and faint murmurs seemed to drift through the air.
The sunset’s afterglow washed over Liu Wuxie and Li Dayuan, drawing their shadows long. Silence fell as the Heretic Blade descended. The Divine Wind Sword thrust several times in succession, but it failed to break through—the Heaven-Severing Strike had locked it down.
Li Dayuan’s face grew increasingly grim as Liu Wuxie suppressed his laws and true essence. Liu Wuxie crushed the two mythical arts he prided himself on, and the gap between them emerged starkly.
Biting the tip of his tongue, Li Dayuan spat a mouthful of blood essence into the Divine Wind Sword. The blade screamed, broke free of the Heaven-Severing Strike’s suppression, and the two forces slammed together.
Before the Divine Wind Sword could reach Liu Wuxie, the Heaven-Severing Strike intercepted it. A terrifying ripple tore across the sky and surged outward. Cultivators watching from afar retreated at once; from the fluctuations, the aftermath was no weaker than that of the ninth-level Primal Origin Realm.
Backlash rushed through the Heretic Blade. A massive force hammered Liu Wuxie’s chest and flung him backward uncontrollably.
Li Dayuan didn’t fare any better; the Heaven-Severing Strike drove him back dozens of steps as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
In terms of intent, the Heaven-Severing Strike was dozens of times stronger than his Divine Wind Sword. He had only managed to balance it by leaning on his higher cultivation.
“The eighth-level Primal Origin Realm? Doesn’t seem so impressive after all,” Liu Wuxie said, withdrawing the Heretic Blade.
He had only fifty percent left after casting the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art earlier, and this exchange had consumed about thirty percent more. He knew Li Dayuan wouldn’t be much better off.
Both men were gasping for breath, but Liu Wuxie had exhausted all his resources, and relying on the Desolate Devouring Art alone wasn’t enough to keep up with his consumption. He had to kill Li Dayuan before his true essence ran out.
Many experts gathered around, watching like tigers waiting to pounce. If both men got injured, they would strike without hesitation. From this fight, Liu Wuxie gauged his current combat strength and concluded that his limit was at the eighth-level Primal Origin Realm.
Stung by Liu Wuxie’s mockery, Li Dayuan’s face darkened. He bit his tongue again and spat another mouthful of blood essence. Liu Wuxie’s eyes went cold; he wondered if Li Dayuan had cultivated some secret technique.
“You have successfully enraged me. I’ll make you regret ever coming to this world!” Li Dayuan said, his eyes changing as his pupils vanished and turned white.
“The Heart Ignition Heart!” Liu Wuxie said, his expression grave.
“You know the Heart Ignition Heart? That’s pretty impressive,” Li Dayuan said.
His white pupils made him terrifying, and the two elves recoiled in fear. The Heart Ignition Heart was a potent technique that no one would cast unless necessary.
It ignited one’s heart to unleash the most powerful attack and came at a severe price; even if the user killed the opponent, they would suffer grievous injuries, and no one knew whether their heart could even recover from it.
If it couldn’t recover, the user would become heartless, alive but emotionless, no different from a stone.
The disappearance of his heart warped Li Dayuan’s features. When the blood stopped flowing to his eyes, his pupils retracted, leaving blank white orbs. As the Heart Ignition Heart drove on, Li Dayuan’s ears swelled, and blood sprayed out.
Liu Wuxie began forming seals; he couldn’t wait any longer. If Li Dayuan unleashed the Heart Ignition Heart, his combat strength could devastate even experts at the ninth-level Primal Origin Realm.
“Can you two still cast magic? Lend me a hand!” Liu Wuxie exclaimed.
He fixed his gaze on the elves. Alone, killing Li Dayuan would be hard. Without the Heart Ignition Heart, he had been eighty percent confident; now his chances had dropped to thirty.
“What do you need us to do?” the Saintess asked, stepping forward and stopping ten steps away from Liu Wuxie.
She had entered the heart of the battle and would die with her companion if a fight were to erupt now.
“I know that your elven race has the Wind Erosion Magic, capable of instantly sending energy into the target’s body. Execute the Wind Erosion Magic later and inject all my true essence into his body,” Liu Wuxie said. Li Dayuan would soon succeed in executing the Heart Ignition Heart, and time was running out.
The surrounding space had collapsed, and Liu Wuxie dared not get too close to Li Dayuan. However, he could use the Wind Erosion Magic to send poison essence directly into Li Dayuan’s body. If he were to get too close, he would be devoured by the Heart Ignition Heart.
The situation had turned completely unfavorable for him.
“Our clan forbids the Wind Erosion Magic, and our elders forbid us to cultivate it,” the Saintess said.
The Wind Erosion Magic was too cruel, so the elves declared it forbidden. No one cultivated it unless necessary. Liu Wuxie felt the urge to curse and wondered if the elven race had a screw loose.
Who said the Wind Erosion Magic was cruel? When a caster used the true Wind Erosion Magic, it could even surpass the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, allowing the caster to control the opponent’s true essence.
“Look at the situation! We will all die if you continue to hesitate!” Liu Wuxie roared, ignoring the Saintess’s identity.
The Saintess nearly teared up at his roar.
“B-But I don’t know how to cast it! The elders of my clan have already destroyed the cultivation method for the Wind Erosion Magic,” the Saintess stammered, sobbing.
Liu Wuxie suppressed the urge to facepalm; the elven race had destroyed the Wind Erosion Magic’s cultivation method themselves. With a tap of his finger, a golden ray shot into the Saintess’s mind, carrying the Wind Erosion Magic’s cultivation memories. Shock flashed in her eyes as the memories melted into her.
“A-Are you also an elf? How did you know about the Wind Erosion Magic’s cultivation method?” the Saintess asked, standing dazed and forgetting where she was, even forgetting to act.
Most importantly, the memories she received bore no resemblance to the dark magic the elders had condemned.
The elven race split into two factions: one practiced light magic, and the other practiced dark magic. For some reason, the elders branded the Wind Erosion Magic as dark magic and forbade the light faction to practice it.
“Can you stop dawdling? If you delay any longer, we’re all going to die!” Liu Wuxie roared.
A violent force erupted from Li Dayuan and spread outward. The shockwave tore Liu Wuxie’s clothes; even his hairband snapped, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.
He cast the Great Poison Mythical Art, which manifested as black mist descending from the sky, planning to use it to strip Li Dayuan of his combat strength.
“I’ll give it a try,” the Saintess said.
She truly deserved the title of “magic prodigy,” and it was proven by how she mastered the Wind Erosion Magic in just one ten-thousandth of a second.
She chanted, and the wind vortices shifted, gathering the black fog. Like a violent gust, the black fog vanished and burrowed into Li Dayuan’s body like a sword.
When her casting ended, the Saintess collapsed to the ground, completely spent, and the other elf rushed in to carry her off the battlefield.
Once the poison essence had burrowed into Li Dayuan, the poison would reduce him to a puddle of blood within another breath. After all, the poison carried the power of the Poison Seed.
“Brat, I’ll drag you down with me!” Li Dayuan roared.
He knew his life would end the moment the poison took full hold, but he would drag Liu Wuxie with him. Power coursed through him as all his laws and true essence condensed into a colossal palm that crashed toward Liu Wuxie. It covered a thousand meters of distance, leaving Liu Wuxie with nowhere to dodge.
As the poison raged inside him, his internal organs turned to black blood, and even his bones dissolved. He vanished in the blink of an eye, yet the colossal palm still rumbled down, carrying with it his final will before death.
