Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1533 - Soul Attacks

Chapter 1533 – Soul Attacks

To the three powerhouses, Liu Wuxie was nothing more than a lamb they could slaughter at will and a nobody who had no right to speak. The moment they reached an agreement, three different domains surged over and swept toward him, and the terrifying crushing force nearly ground Liu Wuxie’s physique to dust.

A loud buzz rang out as a powerful suction force tore in from the left, and Qu Wu made his move. His palm appeared in front of Liu Wuxie, and if it reached him, the consequences would turn dire because Liu Wuxie would lose every last shred of resistance.

A faint ripple suddenly rolled in from the right. Zhen Yiming struck next and unleashed another brutal suction force that pinned Liu Wuxie in place.

Li Huang followed immediately, and under three different suction forces at once, Liu Wuxie felt as though his body would split apart at any moment.

Liu Wuxie had already pushed himself to the limit to deal with a single opponent at the second-level Heaven Gaze Realm, so he held little chance against three at once. He understood clearly that if he wanted to leave this place alive, he had to rely on an ambush.

From the start of the battle, Liu Wuxie hadn’t revealed a single soul technique. The three powerhouses at the Heaven Gaze Realm never could’ve imagined that Liu Wuxie’s soul energy already rivaled the third-level Heaven Gaze Realm.

Liu Wuxie seized the instant their attacks locked in, and mobilized his soul energy. The soul energy in his soul sea roared as he aimed it at Li Huang and Qu Wu, who shifted to land their assaults. The three fought savagely. Liu Wuxie lurched left and right, and sometimes shot forward; if anyone else had endured that pressure, they would’ve collapsed long ago.

“Nether Deity Harvest!” Liu Wuxie launched his first strike at Li Huang, the weakest among the three.

“Soul Spear! Soul Fire!” Liu Wuxie refused to gamble against Qu Wu, so he released the Soul Spear and Soul Fire together to ensure certainty.

The two Heaven Gaze Realm powerhouses froze in shock. Liu Wuxie had already restricted their movements, and who would’ve believed he could still counterattack like this?

A terrifying grim reaper manifested, scythe in hand, and appeared right in front of Li Huang, jolting him in fear. An overwhelming surge of soul energy flooded Li Huang’s soul sea and harvested it without restraint, the scythe cleaving down and severing his primordial spirit.

Pain ripped through Li Huang, and he let out a shriek, yet he didn’t die instantly. The scythe kept swinging as fractures spread across his soul sea, and he rolled away in blind panic, slamming his palm out.

By sheer misfortune, that palm struck Zhen Yiming, forcing him to retaliate. If he hadn’t struck back, he would’ve taken the hit head-on.

The instant Li Huang suffered the soul attack, Qu Wu sensed something was wrong and hurriedly circulated his soul energy to withstand the incoming assault. A powerful soul sword shot out and tried to block the Soul Spear, but he forgot that Liu Wuxie still held another trump card.

Soul Fire had no form, and no one could sense it. By the time Qu Wu realized the truth, it was already too late—Soul Fire had already ignited inside his soul sea.

“ARGH!” Qu Wu and Li Huang screamed at once, their voices turning into piercing screeches that made Zhen Yiming tremble and stumble back several steps, forgetting to attack altogether.

After cultivating in the Heavenly Deity Monument for so long, Liu Wuxie had already used the Sacred Soul Flower to restore himself fully, and he could finally fight without restraint.

“My soul sea is about to explode!” Li Huang suffered the worst because he had been completely unguarded. The Nether Deity Harvest crippled his soul sea beyond recovery, and with his life ticking away, death had become inevitable.

Qu Wu fared slightly better. Soul Fire began as a small spark, yet it quickly spread into a wildfire that engulfed his entire soul sea, and agony made Qu Wu clutch his head and roll on the ground.

The Heretic Blade flashed out of nowhere and dropped, severing both their heads in one clean descent.

Liu Wuxie immediately summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and devoured it completely. Those were two powerhouses at the Heaven Gaze Realm, and devouring them would surely make his desolate world even more complete.

Whenever Liu Wuxie broke through, his cultivation didn’t simply rise in the usual sense; the desolate world also grew more complete. That was exactly why every breakthrough he faced proved far harsher than anyone else’s.

A moment ago, three powerhouses at the Heaven Gaze Realm had stood there. Now, only Zhen Yiming remained, staring in a daze.

“W-Who the hell are you?!” Zhen Yiming finally lost all composure. If someone could kill two Heaven Gaze Realm powerhouses in a single strike, that person could never be a nameless nobody.

Liu Wuxie looked unfamiliar, yet if a monster like him had truly appeared in the Spirit Martial Astral Domain, they should have heard of him.

“It’s your turn now!” Liu Wuxie said. After casting Nether Deity Harvest, Soul Spear, and Soul Fire, he had drained most of his soul energy and couldn’t wield it again anytime soon, but his gaze still locked onto Zhen Yiming with no intention of letting him escape.

“Brat, you forcibly over-exerted your soul energy to kill them, and I should be thanking you. After all, this means no one can compete with me for the Sacred Soul Flower now,” Zhen Yiming said. He could tell at a glance that Liu Wuxie had emptied his soul energy.

Zhen Yiming knew he couldn’t match Liu Wuxie in soul energy, but he believed mythical arts would let him kill Liu Wuxie in a single strike. With the other two Heaven Gaze Realm powerhouses gone, the prize was his to claim.

“You’re too naive,” Liu Wuxie replied, shaking his head.

Did Zhen Yiming truly think Liu Wuxie couldn’t kill him just because he had exhausted his soul energy?

Liu Wuxie didn’t hesitate and cast the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, sending it crashing down toward Zhen Yiming. Even if it failed to kill him outright, it would still injure him, and then Liu Wuxie could finish everything with the Divine Eternal Fist.

The instant the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art descended, Zhen Yiming’s expression finally changed.

“Y-You’re Liu Wuxie?!” Zhen Yiming suddenly shouted.

Many cultivators in the Spirit Martial Astral Domain had heard of Liu Wuxie, but only a few had seen him with their own eyes. They had long heard that Liu Wuxie cultivated the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, and now the rumor stood before him as truth.

“Since you recognized me, there’s no way I will spare your life,” Liu Wuxie said. He had chosen slaughter for one reason: to silence everyone and prevent word of his arrival in the Spirit Martial Astral Domain from leaking.

If the Grand Unity Sect learned he had come to the Spirit Martial Astral Domain, they would dispatch countless experts at once. Even if the Heavenly Dragon Sect tried to send reinforcements, Liu Wuxie would still end up trapped in a passive situation.

Liu Wuxie poured in more strength, and the five elements formed a cycle, crushing downward and flattening the entire bottom of the canyon. Even Zhen Yiming’s domain began to crack under the immense pressure.

“Divine Purgatory Palace! Gate of Darkness!” Liu Wuxie unleashed two attacks at once, aiming to catch Zhen Yiming off guard and deny him any chance to retaliate.

If Zhen Yiming found even a single opening, he would retaliate, and the fight would only turn unfavorable for Liu Wuxie. From the start, the three of them had underestimated Liu Wuxie’s combat strength, because he had never fought with his full power.

“I should’ve joined forces with them to kill you first!” Zhen Yiming spat, regret flooding his voice. He should have attacked alongside Qu Wu and Li Huang from the very beginning.

“Does that mean that it doesn’t matter anymore?” Liu Wuxie sneered.

The Gate of Darkness creaked as space around them turned into a void, and domains detonated one after another.

“Liu Wuxie, do you think that these mythical arts can kill me? What a joke!” Zhen Yiming roared. His aura surged as his domain strengthened and rose like a monstrous tidal wave that swept toward Liu Wuxie.

“You’re right. These mythical arts can’t kill you,” Liu Wuxie said, and he slowly raised his right hand. A vast power poured out of nowhere, as if it had descended from the boundless universe itself.

The moment that power emerged, Zhen Yiming’s heart clenched with a deep, ominous dread. He wanted to retaliate immediately, but realized too late that he no longer had time.

The Divine Purgatory Palace and the Gate of Darkness crushed through all his mythical arts in an instant. Cultivators in the Spirit Martial Astral Domain didn’t excel in mythical arts; they excelled in soul energy, and that weakness now cost him.

Although Liu Wuxie had spent a great deal of soul energy, he still hadn’t emptied it. The Soul Shield held firm around his soul sea, and even when Zhen Yiming’s soul sword struck his soul sea repeatedly, it couldn’t break through that defense.

“Divine Eternal Fist!” Liu Wuxie said. His control of the Divine Eternal Fist had grown sharper by the day, and he wielded it with the ease of habit. The moment he attacked, thunderclouds brewed overhead, and Zhen Yiming’s domain shattered into countless fragments.

“Shit!” Zhen Yiming finally sensed true danger as the Divine Eternal Fist descended, carrying boundless deathly energy.

Liu Wuxie’s fist technique contained the Great Death Mythical Art, and Zhen Yiming felt his lifespan draining away at a terrifying pace. Only now did he grasp the true power of the Great Death Mythical Art.

However, the worst was yet to happen. The Divine Eternal Fist twisted into a massive vortex that swallowed Zhen Yiming whole. He lost control of his body instantly as the suppression intensified, and it was even stronger than when Liu Wuxie had killed the Divine Son.

Even the Divine Son couldn’t withstand the Divine Eternal Fist’s power, and Zhen Yiming stood even less of a chance. In raw power alone, Zhen Yiming couldn’t compare to the Divine Son at all.

“Liu Wuxie, please don’t kill me! I’m willing to submit to you!” Zhen Yiming panicked. He didn’t want to die, even if submission meant becoming Liu Wuxie’s dog.

“Open your soul sea,” Liu Wuxie said after suppressing him.

Zhen Yiming didn’t dare resist with his life on the line. If the Divine Eternal Fist dropped again, he would die without a doubt.

A golden ray shot into Zhen Yiming’s soul sea as Liu Wuxie cast the Great Conversion Mythical Art.

“Liu Wuxie, what did you do to me?” Zhen Yiming asked. Despite his promise, he never meant to submit to Liu Wuxie; he planned to unite others and launch a crusade the moment he escaped.

“Nothing much. I’m just planning to convert you into my devotee,” Liu Wuxie said without hiding anything. Only after converting Zhen Yiming into a devotee would he feel truly at ease.

Zhen Yiming’s soul sea struggled violently as he tried to break free from the Great Conversion Mythical Art. Golden spots burrowed into his primordial spirit, and the instant they entered, Zhen Yiming closed his eyes. He could feel it clearly—from that moment onward, he would obey Liu Wuxie’s summons.

Liu Wuxie had only just arrived in the Spirit Martial Astral Domain, and he needed a helper. Subduing an expert at the Heaven Gaze Realm would make his next moves far easier.

The Nalan Clan had received news by now, and they had likely already set a blockade ahead. Fortunately, they still didn’t know his identity, because if they did, the headache would become far worse.

After about an entire minute, Zhen Yiming slowly opened his eyes, and absolute devotion filled them. The Divine Eternal Fist still hovered above his head, and Liu Wuxie still couldn’t be entirely sure whether the Great Conversion Mythical Art could convert a powerhouse at the Heaven Gaze Realm; if it failed, he would simply kill Zhen Yiming and eliminate future trouble.

“Greetings, Master!” Zhen Yiming dropped to one knee immediately, and his face appeared in the pool of faith.

“Stand up,” Liu Wuxie said with a wave of his hand, signaling him to rise and speak.

Zhen Yiming rose at once and stood respectfully before Liu Wuxie, not daring to defy a single order. As his faith shifted, every shred of hatred he held vanished, leaving only pure worship for Liu Wuxie behind.

A strand of faith energy drilled into Liu Wuxie’s soul sea, and surprise flickered through Liu Wuxie’s eyes.