Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1334 - Absolute Suppression
Chapter 1334 – Absolute Suppression
Neither side moved as boundless nether energy draped half the sky. Everyone in the Heavenly Dragon Sect tensed—the decisive moment had arrived, and whoever prevailed would take first place in the alchemy event. The rewards were rich, and the victor would not worry about resources for a century. For that alone, the Grand Unity Sect would use any means to win.
The nether beast let out an angry roar and advanced on the nether god. Its aura swelled until the surrounding space buckled—a terrifying sight, as both pills stood at a grade no lower than eighth-grade spiritual pills.
“Elder Zhuge, do you think Wuxie has a chance?” Elder Long asked softly beside Zhuge Ming. In the past few months, Liu Wuxie’s performance had shattered his expectations again and again.
“Seventy percent,” Zhuge Ming replied, hands clasped behind his back, as if the outcome already lay in his grasp. He clearly knew more than the others.
Elder Long started at the number. He had focused on Liu Wuxie’s safety and paid little mind to the duel in the sky.
Other warships buzzed with similar speculation, each guessing who would have the last laugh. More than seventy percent of the cultivators present favored Liu Wuxie.
From the moment Mo Hong ambushed the Nine Dragon Palace, he slipped into a disadvantage.
The nether beast thundered forward, bellowing as it drove its two horns at the nether god. If they landed, they would tear the nether god apart.
However, Liu Wuxie refused to sit still and sent the nether god to meet the charge. An axe flashed into the nether god’s hand, and it swung down. As the blade fell, the sky darkened.
“What a terrifying axe!” No one expected Liu Wuxie’s strike to be so powerful. It was actually comparable to a Void Realm cultivator’s attack.
A deafening explosion erupted from both sides, generating a shockwave that swept across the skies. The spectacle was terrifying; everyone held their breath, unwilling to miss even a blink of it.
Mo Hong’s face turned grave beneath the descending axe, pressure closing in. The nether god had already arrived, and with two losses behind him, he had no path to retreat. Even perishing together was preferable to another step back.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie roared. The axe fell, and a bizarre scene followed: all the nether energy burst apart, sweeping aside and revealing a path like a Milky Way. The dazzling split captivated every gaze and left the crowd entranced.
The nether beast roared and lowered its horns, meeting the axe head-on to blunt the blow.
Liu Wuxie’s pill had taken the shape of a nether god, while Mo Hong’s had taken the form of a nether beast, a level lower.
With a thunderclap, the axe landed, and the nether beast staggered back a step. Mo Hong’s will wavered, fear seeping into his heart as the shockwave rippled outward.
The nether god remained relentless. The axe vanished, replaced by a vast suction. The blow had badly damaged Mo Hong’s pill, spilling torrents of nether energy, and the growing pull sought to empty the nether beast and make it collapse on its own.
Sang Lu’s face sank; in the first true clash, the Grand Unity Sect had fallen behind. The disciples’ eyes reddened. They could all see that Mo Hong’s pill was of lower quality than Liu Wuxie’s.
Mo Hong began forming seals, and the space trembled, drawing countless eyes.
“Look, what’s Mo Hong trying to do?” Exclamations rose as gazes snapped toward the Grand Unity Sect’s formation.
“He’s attempting a breakthrough to the Void Realm!” someone cried, recognizing the signs. If not for the Myriad Race Ceremony, Mo Hong would have advanced long ago; he had merely been suppressing his cultivation until now.
“If he breaks through to the Void Realm now, he won’t be able to enter the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower,” another voice warned. Void Realm cultivators were barred from the ceremony to preserve balance.
“If he can’t secure first place in this event, what good is participating in the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower? The odds of humans taking first are low. If the Grand Unity Sect loses this event, they’ll return empty-handed from this Myriad Race Ceremony,” said another.
They could all tell that the Grand Unity Sect could not afford defeat.
Everyone nodded in understanding. The Grand Unity Sect had decided to stake everything on first place in the alchemy event, even if it meant not being able to enter the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower.
“They’re despicable!” cried disciples from the Heavenly Dragon Sect, stunned that Mo Hong would stoop so low to reach his goal.
“Junior Brother Liu, you have to beat them!” the surrounding disciples shouted, rallying behind Liu Wuxie.
A powerful shock wave rolled from Mo Hong as his aura climbed, in an instant reaching the pinnacle of the first-level Void Realm. His breakthrough came so swiftly that even Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes.
With the advance to the Void Realm, the nether beast’s power surged, and its fluctuations turned even more terrifying.
Mo Hong’s breakthrough gave him finer control over the pill. It also allowed him to pour more will into the pill. In other words, Liu Wuxie now faced not a Primal Origin Realm opponent but a Void Realm foe.
“Elder Zhuge, do you think we still stand a chance now?” Elder Long asked.
“Eighty percent,” Zhuge Ming replied, his words stunning the surrounding elders. They could not understand how Liu Wuxie’s odds had increased after Mo Hong’s breakthrough.
“Elder Zhuge, can you go into detail?” an Earth Immortal Realm elder asked.
“In the alchemy event, victory isn’t just about cultivation but flexibility. By the pill’s inherent momentum and grade, Mo Hong is at a disadvantage,” Zhuge Ming explained.
If it were a contest of martial strength, Liu Wuxie would have little chance. In a contest of pills, however, Mo Hong clearly lagged behind.
“I see,” many elders murmured, nodding as the logic clicked into place, but they weren’t as clear about it as Zhuge Ming.
After the breakthrough, Mo Hong controlled the nether beast with ease. The damaged section began to knit, and the beast roared more ferociously, pounding its hooves as it charged the nether god. Its momentum now stood five times stronger than before.
Facing the reinforced nether beast, what chance did Liu Wuxie have?
A glint of mockery flashed in Liu Wuxie’s eyes, and he traced a finger through the air. The nether god shifted at once, transforming into an asura from hell.
The sudden change drained color from faces all around. Liu Wuxie’s control over the pill already exceeded Mo Hong’s; he hadn’t shown full strength earlier.
Mo Hong’s composure broke, shock plain as he beheld the asura.
With a chain of explosions, the asura finally moved. Its massive fists rained down on the nether beast. No one expected Liu Wuxie to have held back at the outset; now, he struck with absolute dominance, catching the nether beast off guard and leaving it unable to resist.
With each blow, the beast’s body dimmed as each strike siphoned away its nether energy. As time passed, Liu Wuxie’s pill grew stronger while Mo Hong’s weakened.
Sang Lu’s expression shifted again and again, a razor flash of murderous intent cutting through his eyes.
With a resounding blast, a colossal hammer appeared in the asura’s hand and smashed down toward the nether beast.
“This is bad!” cried the disciples of the Grand Unity Sect.
Mo Hong sensed the danger and yanked the nether beast into evasive maneuvers. Yet every shift left it locked by the asura’s aim. In divine sense and soul energy alike, Mo Hong could not match Liu Wuxie.
“The outcome is decided—the Grand Unity Sect has lost.”
If the fight continued, Mo Hong would only court deeper humiliation; better to concede now. But for the Grand Unity Sect, admitting defeat would be the same as slapping their own face.
It was humiliating that Mo Hong could not defeat Liu Wuxie even after breaking through to the Void Realm. He had thought to reverse the tide, only to find Liu Wuxie had been toying with him, holding a trump card in reserve to embarrass the Grand Unity Sect.
The Nine Dragon Palace watched with undisguised satisfaction, their anger easing as they saw Liu Wuxie pummel Mo Hong.
With another crushing punch, the nether beast groaned. The imprint Mo Hong had left on the pill suffered heavy injury, and his soul sea throbbed in response.
“Mo Hong, why don’t you give up now?” Sang Lu said after a steadying breath. He knew he could not turn the tide.
The alchemy event amounted to little beyond Mo Hong himself. Any loss he suffered would be unbearable for the Grand Unity Sect. After all, an immortal had personally guided Mo Hong, and people hailed him as the most monstrous prodigy in a thousand years.
Mo Hong did not answer. He began forming seals, intent on dragging Liu Wuxie down with him. He was determined to win, even at the price of grievous wounds.
“Mo Hong is probably going to risk his life now.” Voices echoed from afar.
All eyes watched as Mo Hong drove the nether beast straight into the nether god, resorting to any means. Even so, the beast barely managed to scratch the nether god.
Suddenly, the field fell silent. No one spoke as two bodies made of nether energy battered each other in mid-air. Then, all at once, the nether beast unraveled, twisting into a terrifying vortex that swallowed the asura whole.
“He’s going to self-detonate!” An uproar exploded. No one expected Mo Hong to choose mutual destruction and drag Liu Wuxie’s pill down with him.
“Do you think you can hurt me this way? What a joke!” Liu Wuxie sneered and pressed his palm down. The asura shifted as a black hole opened in the sky, resembling the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.
Most crucially, a cluster of flame appeared—Liu Wuxie’s Soul Fire. The instant it emerged, the surrounding space began to collapse.
“Devour!” Liu Wuxie roared.
