Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 810 - Elder He Acts

Liu Wuxie had been waiting for this moment as victory in this manner would be convincing. He vanished before the brushes could reach him.

"Shit!" Chen Yan's heart sank at this sight, and it was too late for him to react now. He was fast, but Liu Wuxie was twice as fast.

"Your techniques are impressive, but it's a pity they lack dao techniques," Liu Wuxie remarked bluntly, exposing the flaw in Chen Yan's attacks. Chen Yan had focused entirely on the fluidity and variation of his moves but had neglected the fundamentals.

No matter how powerful a martial technique became, it could never break free from dao techniques.

Martial techniques were lifeless, mere structured movements. Only when infused with dao techniques, did they become alive, gaining spirituality and adaptability. Rigid techniques only served to reveal weaknesses waiting to be exploited.

When Liu Wuxie's voice came from behind, Chen Yan broke into a cold sweat. But he was at the True Profound Realm and turned around in a fraction of a second, the two brushes merging like a dragon soaring into the sky.

It was as though Liu Wuxie had predicted every move, anticipating his opponent's actions before the latter attacked. This was true combat talent.

When Chen Yan turned around, Liu Wuxie had already raised the Heretic Blade to the sky with a deafening thunderclap, causing Star Eclypse Valley to tremble with a burning scent coming from the ground.

The Heretic Blade, which contained both the might of lightning and destruction, had been tempered with by the Thunder God's Hammer.

Chen Yan's face turned pale as he had never seen such an attack before. It was too late to counter. Liu Wuxie's blade technique was too fast.

Like a lightning bolt, Liu Wuxie executed True Strike and tore through the sky. In the past few days, Liu Wuxie had practiced the True Strike repeatedly, honing it to perfection. His speed had doubled compared to before.

Back in the fourth stage, he had already been strong enough to slay cultivators at the True Profound Realm. Now, with his strength having soared even further, his victory was all but inevitable.

A domineering aura swept throughout Star Eclypse Valley, and the disciples on the viewing platform felt an overwhelming urge to kneel. They couldn't fathom what power it was that felt like a deity standing in the sky, gazing down at the universe.

"You may die now!" Liu Wuxie said, his voice devoid of emotions as he gave Chen Yan his final verdict.

If he faced someone at the pinnacle of the Nascent Transformation Realm, each of Liu Wuxie's attacks would be fatal. But the battle had dragged on in the fight with Chen Yan.

When the Heretic Blade descended, it stirred up waves that swept out, uprooting the surrounding trees and sending debris flying everywhere, obscuring everyone's vision.

"H-He's too strong! Is he still at the Nascent Transformation Realm?" The surrounding disciples stood up in shock. Liu Wuxie's attack had far surpassed the limits of the Nascent Transformation Realm.

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"Chen Yan is in danger now!" Chen Yan was the only disciple from White Dragon Peak at the True Profound Realm. No one would dare to step forward to challenge Liu Wuxie if he fell unless the other peaks had gone insane.

The Heretic Blade struck down with unstoppable momentum before countless eyes.

Chen Yan raised his brushes to block the strike, but what happened next left everyone dumbfounded. The brushes were split in two by the Heretic Blade.

Chen Yan's brushes were origin artifacts, yet the gap between them was unfathomable. No one could explain it, but the Heretic Blade had already reached a level infused with the essence of heaven and earth, far surpassing ordinary weapons.

Now defenseless, Chen Yan could only watch as the Heretic Blade continued its deadly descent.

"Damn it!" Chen Yan shut his eyes, fully aware of his impending death. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but no one felt sympathy. The cultivation world was ruthless—the strong preyed on the weak.

Accepting his fate, he abandoned all resistance, bracing for the inevitable. In the next instant, his body exploded into a mist of blood, and an eerie silence fell over the valley. Even the elders gasped in shock.

No one could believe that Liu Wuxie had just slain a cultivator at the first-level True Profound Realm.

Liu Wuxie's ranking continued to rise on the Void Cloud Pillar, surpassing Zhao Chao and Hong Du.

The three courts and five institutions were also holding their gathering, and their names appeared on the pillar. After killing Chen Yan, Liu Wuxie returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

No one stepped forward from White Dragon Peak, as it was meaningless to send Nascent Transformation Realm cultivators.

The elders of the other peaks narrowed their eyes, turning their attention to Elder He, eager to see how he would handle the situation. White Dragon Peak had suffered a significant loss—several of its disciples were dead, and its reputation was in shambles.

If they failed to turn the tables, their once-high status would plummet, reducing them to a laughingstock within the sect. The other peaks, watching the disaster unfold, felt relieved they hadn’t acted rashly and had let White Dragon Peak take the lead.

"Brat, do you really think you can walk away after killing my peak's disciples?" Elder He growled. He was well aware of the stares around him, and if he let Liu Wuxie go unpunished, he would have no way to explain himself to his peak master.

No matter the consequences, he had made up his mind—Liu Wuxie had to die. Even if it meant staining his reputation by bullying the weak, he was willing to take that risk.

With a furious roar, Elder He lunged, unleashing the full force of his Earth Profound Realm aura. A violent whirlwind erupted around him, sending debris flying in all directions.

Liu Wuxie's eyes turned icy. He hadn’t expected Elder He to personally make a move. He clenched his fist and was prepared to perform the Annihilation Fist. Since it came down to this, he would fight to the end. Even if he died today, he would make sure to bite a piece of flesh off Elder He.

"Come at me!" Liu Wuxie roared. A destructive force swept up a vortex around him. But this only steeled Elder He's determination to kill Liu Wuxie. He had become a threat that needed to be eliminated before he could grow any stronger.

"Boy, no one survives once they've fallen into my hands," Elder He sneered. "Had you been from another peak, I might have held back. But you're from Heavenly Gate Peak... You can die now!" His words carried no hesitation, as if Liu Wuxie's death was already decided.

The elders of the other peak would've intervened if Elder He had tried to kill their disciples. However, Heavenly Gate Peak was different, as Liu Wuxie was on his own. The notorious Elder Madman never interfered in such matters.

"Are you saying that my Heavenly Gate Peak's disciples can be killed at your whim?" a cold voice echoed, accompanied by spatial fluctuation rippling in the surroundings. An elder donning a tattered, grey robe appeared.

With his single palm strike, the destructive force swirling above Liu Wuxie shattered.

"It's Elder Madman!" The other peak elders stood up in shock. It had been years since Elder Madman had appeared in public.

Even Liu Wuxie was surprised by his master's appearance, and he retreated without hesitation. After all, he could get caught up in the shockwave of a battle between experts at the Earth Profound Realm.

Elder Madman’s palm strike descended with overwhelming force. Elder He, being only at the low levels of the Earth Profound Realm, stood no chance against the suppression of a Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm expert.

When the palm struck Elder He, he was sent flying out, his blood staining the sky. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood when he fell to the ground. But weirdly enough, Elder He said nothing and looked at Elder Madman in silence.

He knew all too well how ruthless Elder Madman could be—one wrong word, and he might not leave this place alive. Even the sect master had to show Elder Madman respect, so as a mere elder, Elder He wouldn't dare provoke him further.

The only reason he had acted against Liu Wuxie was his belief that Elder Madman wouldn’t interfere. For years, Elder Madman had done nothing as Heavenly Gate Peak’s disciples were killed, leading everyone to assume he simply didn’t care. Many even believed he was the one tormenting them.

No one had expected Elder Madman to make an appearance—let alone for Liu Wuxie. Yet, with a single slap, he had effortlessly sent Elder He flying.

"I'll spare you this time, but there won't be a next," Elder Madman said coldly. Without another word, he grabbed Liu Wuxie's shoulder and vanished from Star Eclypse Valley. There was no reason to remain. Elder Madman had seen all he needed to, and the other disciples were insignificant—unworthy of Liu Wuxie's time.

Casually tossing Liu Wuxie to the ground, Elder Madman scrutinized him from head to toe.

"Master, thank you for saving my life!" Liu Wuxie said, clasping his hands together. He knew that without Elder Madman’s intervention, he would have likely been killed by Elder He.

"You did well today—exactly how a disciple of Heavenly Gate Peak should act. If someone provokes you, fight back. If they try to kill you, don’t hesitate to kill them first. I’ll deal with the consequences," Elder Madman said.

Liu Wuxie was momentarily stunned. His master's words weren’t those of a typical elder guiding a junior—they were outright encouragement. It was as if Elder Madman fully endorsed his actions, including the ruthless slaughter of those who had challenged him.

"I understand!" Liu Wuxie’s face lit up with excitement. With his master’s approval, he could act with even more freedom. He had already suspected that Elder Madman had been secretly watching over him these past few days. Now, it was all but confirmed.

"Go back and rest. Your rewards should arrive tomorrow," Elder Madman said.

As Liu Wuxie had claimed first place among the seven peaks, he would receive a supreme-grade spiritual pill, one hundred spirit stones, and a day of cultivation in the Auspicious Cloud Cave.

After bidding his master farewell, Liu Wuxie returned to his hut, where Jiang Le and the others waited anxiously.

"Junior Brother, are you alright?" Jiang Le asked. They still had no idea what had transpired in Star Eclypse Valley.

"I'm fine!" Liu Wuxie replied with a reassuring smile. He could tell that his three senior brothers were genuinely worried for him.

Jiang Le and Shen Rong both sighed in relief upon seeing Liu Wuxie unharmed.

"Junior Brother, we won't disturb your cultivation any longer," Jiang Le said and left, leaning on his cane.

Having spent the past ten days cultivating, Liu Wuxie returned to his house to digest the insights gained from his battle earlier. He took out a handful of spiritual rice and devoured it, feeling the increase of laws within his body.

With daily consumption of spiritual rice, his cultivation continued to grow rapidly, bringing him one step closer to the third-level Nascent Transformation Realm.

It would have taken him a few more days of cultivation to break through, but the intense battles had solidified his foundation. Seizing the opportunity, he took the spiritual pill he had obtained from Hu Yi.

"Let's make a breakthrough today!" Despite having his master's protection, Liu Wuxie still wasn't reassured of his safety. After all, his master couldn't be with him at every moment.