Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1310 - Stone Transformation Art
Chapter 1310 – Stone Transformation Art
Aside from Hu Shan, the remaining eleven Grand Unity Sect disciples advanced as one. A grand elder had ordered Liu Wuxie’s death, promising a trove of resources and even personal discipleship to whoever carried it out.
When Sang Lu issued the decree, excitement flared in everyone.
Wind Erosion Magic erupted into a raging cyclone that swallowed the eleven Grand Unity Sect disciples. Liu Wuxie flashed through seals and unleashed the Great Poison Mythical Art without warning. Only Vanya knew he had mastered it. The gale was ideal here, and it drove the toxin straight into their foes.
At the upper levels of the Primal Origin Realm, cultivators could raise formidable barriers, and the Great Poison Mythical Art alone couldn’t easily break them. It was particularly weak against multiple enemies at once.
“This is bad!” a disciple shouted as the storm gnawed through their defenses. The poison tunneled in; for a few breaths, nothing happened. Then, the first reaction hit them.
“Poison!” a fifth-level Primal Origin disciple screamed as searing pain raked his organs. Moments later, he shriveled into an empty husk. Primal Origin cultivators resist most toxins; anything that could bite this deep was no common venom.
By refining the Poison Seed, Liu Wuxie comprehended the Great Poison Mythical Art—potent enough to make a Void Realm expert wary, let alone someone at the Primal Origin Realm.
Hu Shan narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. From what Liu Wuxie had shown, his combat strength couldn’t be so terrifying. He had used the Icebound Expanse Array against the divine race and a profound talisman to save Vanya, never revealing his true power.
Now, they finally realized that Liu Wuxie had been deceiving them all this time.
“ARGH!” Agonized screams ripped across the field as disciples clutched their heads, frantic to smother the pain. The barrage on Liu Wuxie collapsed; with one gambit, he stripped them of the will to fight.
“Senior Brother Hu Shan, kill him—get the antidote!” The ninth-level Primal Origin disciples endured a little longer by sealing the toxin within their laws, but those wards were eroding; at best, they had minutes.
Only Hu Shan stood unpoisoned. He fixed Liu Wuxie with a feral glare, summoned a mace, and brought it crashing down.
“Vanya, back off!” Liu Wuxie shouted. Hu Shan wasn’t simple, and the shockwaves alone could hurt her. Elves excel at range; up close, they’re vulnerable, and stray force can be fatal.
Vanya hesitated. Then, she withdrew and readied Doom Tempest. The Heretic Blade leaped into Liu Wuxie’s hand and swept in a horizontal cut. The falling mace checked; sparks erupted into a brutal shockwave that thudded in his chest. The exchange confirmed Hu Shan’s power.
Hu Shan sensed it, too. He had thrown ninety percent of his strength into that blow and still failed to flatten Liu Wuxie. The unremarkable youth was far tougher than expected.
“I underestimated you, Liu Wuxie,” Hu Shan said. He’d kept aloof from the start, but they had all misjudged him—assuming his gifts were blacksmithing and talismans, when martial dao was his sharpest card.
“Come and fight!” Liu Wuxie’s battle will burn. He needed to finish this before reinforcements came. The Heretic Blade scythed forward, raising a storm that tore black rocks from the ground. The staggering disciples stared; only Hu Shan looked able to match him.
“How dare you!” Hu Shan roared, charging with the mace and overwhelming momentum. The falling stroke dimmed the sky; cracks webbed from beneath his feet as the thin second-level space compressed and tore. They traded blows in deafening detonations, flinging up a choking cloud of dust.
The poisoned fell one by one—the weaker first. In a blink, only five Grand Unity Sect disciples still wobbled on their feet. They watched in stricken silence, praying Hu Shan would slay Liu Wuxie and seize an antidote.
Each death only stoked Hu Shan’s fury higher.
“Cleaving Mount Hua!” Hu Shan bellowed, lifting the mace two-handed and unleashing a shockwave that tore through all resistance. He wove in a spatial art, making the air around Liu Wuxie erupt as the blow descended.
“What a strike,” Liu Wuxie murmured. He raised the Heretic Blade and unleashed the Heaven-Severing Strike. Holding back here meant dying without knowing how. A sky-rending will rolled for hundreds of miles. The clash caused space to collapse into a ravenous black hole.
“This is impossible—how can Liu Wuxie match Senior Brother Hu Shan?” the five hissed. Yet that exchange alone tilted in Liu Wuxie’s favor. Both men had grasped the Great Spatial Mythical Art and could bend space at will, which only muddied the outcome.
With a thunderous crack, the mace tore free of Hu Shan’s grip under the Heaven-Severing Strike. Liu Wuxie finally poured out his true essence; the surge blasted Hu Shan away. He spat blood, color draining as terror flickered in his eyes—like a primordial fiend had fixed on him at the instant of impact.
“You’re dead!” Liu Wuxie pressed in again. He sheathed the Heretic Blade and hurled the Dragon-Grasping Hand together with the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, and he unleashed the first four forms at once.
Dozens of golden divine dragons streaked across the sky as the claw fell. The surging dragon aura manifested, and a colossal dragon fist blotted out the light.
A devastating fist tore the heavens and manifested before its target. In that blow, Liu Wuxie braided the first four forms of the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, leaving no time to counter; the Dragon-Grasping Hand crashed down first.
The technique showed deeper fangs than ever, sharpened by his rising cultivation. Both the Dragon-Grasping Hand and the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms had grown fiercer.
“Do you think this is enough to kill me, Liu Wuxie?” Hu Shan sneered. He whipped out a profound talisman, slapped it onto the mace, and savage radiance erupted the instant it fused.
“Augmentation talisman,” Liu Wuxie murmured, smiling. His hands carved the air, and a stranger rune flared. Since absorbing the ancestral talisman’s power, he had refined sigils that even the old masters couldn’t match.
The mark streaked out and sank into Hu Shan’s talisman; control flipped, and disbelief shattered Hu Shan’s calm.
“Detonate!” Liu Wuxie roared. Everything followed the script. Hu Shan hurled the mace away an instant before it burst midair; the shockwave pitched him backward, and the dragon claw lunged to seize him.
“Get lost!” Hu Shan’s flesh hardened into stone as his strength surged, and his body became a living boulder.
“The Stone Transformation Art,” Liu Wuxie murmured, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He finally understood why Hu Shan’s presence felt like a mountain. Hu Shan had cultivated the Stone Transformation Art, which turned one’s physique into an impenetrable boulder.
The dragon claw streaked for Hu Shan with a dragon fist a breath behind. This time, Liu Wuxie tested a two-pronged assault. Hu Shan answered with twin punches—one toward the Dragon-Grasping Hand, one toward the dragon fist.
The collision detonated a shockwave with Hu Shan at its center. At the exact moment, a shockwave flung the last five Grand Unity Sect disciples away, stripped them to the bone, and left them to die in unwilling despair.
The impact blew Hu Shan’s arms apart; stone shards geysered as his limbs shattered. He screamed, yet the Stone Transformation Art remained, and new arms grew, steeped in an ancient aura.
The art came from the long-perished golem race; ancient tales said that they possessed towering bodies stronger than giants.
“I’ll tear you apart, Liu Wuxie!” Hu Shan charged straight in. Each step boomed; the ground trembled as he swelled to five meters, looming over Liu Wuxie like a mountain.
“Time to end this,” Liu Wuxie said, eyes cold and steady. As his hands shaped seals, a five-colored dragon coiled into being above Hu Shan.
