Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 1058 - Fight

Liu Wuxie stood helpless before the ancestor of the Wang Clan. The might of a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator radiated absolute authority. A single strike from such a cultivator could obliterate countless Spirit Profound Realm experts.

Though Liu Wuxie reigned supreme among his peers, he stood powerless before someone who occupied the summit of the continent's cultivation path. The situation deteriorated rapidly.

Within the Heavenly Dao Society, bloodshot eyes burned with fury. Many clenched their fists, ready to charge forward and drag their enemies down with them in one final act of defiance.

Spectators around the battlefield felt conflicted.

Many had never seen a single Heaven Profound Realm cultivator in their lives. Yet today, four had appeared at once. It was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, one that seared itself into the minds of all who witnessed it.

More than the spectacle, it was the spatial distortions caused by their clash that left every cultivator shaken. The battle bent the very laws of the world before their eyes, offering a lesson no book or master could ever teach.

"Bastard Wang, you dare touch someone from my Liu Clan?"

A streak of azure light tore through the air, appearing in front of Liu Wuxie just as the Wang Clan ancestor's strike neared. The brilliant glow instantly dissolved the attack.

A slim figure appeared, standing ten meters ahead of Liu Wuxie with her back toward him.

"Liu Hanyi, you came?" The Wang Clan's ancestor narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with cold hostility.

Liu Wuxie remembered her name from the Liu Clan’s ancestral records. It was her silent presence that had preserved the clan’s status among the Four Great Clans, even when its strength had dwindled to the level of second-tier sects.

However, strength was never about numbers.

No second-tier power could ever claim the title of a superpower without someone at the Heaven Profound Realm. That realm was the threshold to true dominance, and only those who reached it could stand at the pinnacle of the Central Plains.

Now, with the five Heaven Profound Realm cultivators gathered above Astral Glory City, their combined auras shook the fabric of space itself, and the city trembled on the verge of collapse.

"It seems Liu Wuxie won't die today after all," muttered one of the Scarlet Dragon Cult's upper echelons with a somber expression.

Just moments ago, everyone had thought that Liu Wuxie was doomed when the three ancestors had descended.

However, everything had changed with the arrival of the white-robed man and now, the Liu Clan's guardian, Liu Hanyi.

"Old dog, I already know what your three clans have done," Liu Hanyi's voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield. "Let me make this clear. The Liu Clan will stand with the Heavenly Dao Society. He carries our bloodline. If you dare touch him, I'll skin you alive!"

Her overwhelming presence made it clear: her cultivation surpassed that of the Wang Clan's ancestor.

"Liu Hanyi, even if you've come, it's still three against two," sneered the Wang Clan's ancestor, casting a cold glance at the Yuan Clan's elder.

With the white-robed man keeping the Liao Clan's ancestor occupied, he intended to hold back Liu Hanyi, leaving the Yuan Clan's ancestor free to kill Liu Wuxie.

A Heaven Profound Realm cultivator could effortlessly kill a Spirit Profound Realm cultivator.

The Yuan Clan's ancestor fixed his venomous gaze on Liu Wuxie. His eyes glowed with a sinister light, revealing the traces of a dark and forbidden cultivation technique.

Fine threads of spiritual energy wove themselves into existence in the air, slowly drifting toward Liu Wuxie. As they closed in, they released a suffocating pressure that pinned him in place like an insect caught in a spider's web.

High above, the Wang Clan's ancestor clashed with Liu Hanyi, their battle tearing through the skies. Explosions echoed like thunder as each exchange sent shockwaves rippling outward.

Although Liu Hanyi held a slight advantage of higher cultivation, she couldn't easily suppress her opponent. At their level, the gap between strengths was razor-thin. Overwhelming another Heaven Profound expert wasn't as simple as it was for someone like Liu Wuxie, who could defy realms with sheer force and technique.

"The Silken Binding Art..." Liu Wuxie's heart sank as the realization struck. He hadn't expected the Yuan Clan's ancestor to possess such a rare and insidious technique.

The Silken Binding Art wove threads of true essence through space, so thin they were nearly invisible yet capable of ensnaring anything, whether man or object. It was a dao technique that left no room for defense.

Before Liu Wuxie could react, the threads wrapped around him, binding him tightly. They shrank rapidly, cutting into his skin like razor-sharp iron wires.

The crushing pressure kept everyone from reaching him. Even the Heretic Blade, infused with his full strength, failed to sever the threads. They remained immovable and unbreakable.

Heaven Profound Realm laws were infused into each thread, making them far too powerful for ordinary forces to counter.

In the sky, the white-robed man's expression darkened with urgency. He didn't intend for Liu Wuxie to die here.

Sensing his distraction, the Liao Clan's ancestor launched a flurry of powerful strikes, forcing the white-robed man back. His attacks grew fiercer as he seized his opponent's moment of hesitation.

"He's injured," Qu Su muttered grimly. "That white-robed man is injured. He doesn't dare to use his full strength."

Qu Su, standing at the peak of the Earth Profound Realm, could faintly sense the threshold of the Heaven Profound Realm.

"Who is he?" another elder asked, frowning. "Why haven't we heard of him before?"

The elders nodded, watching intently. Though the white-robed man's cultivation surpassed even the Liao Clan's ancestor, the injury limited him, preventing him from unleashing his full potential.

Blood streamed from Liu Wuxie's wounds, soaking his robes as death loomed dangerously close.

Qu Su and the others clenched their fists in frustration. They wanted to save him, but they couldn't. The vast gap between the Earth and the Heaven Profound Realms made it impossible.

"We'll fight them to the death!" roared Bi Gongyu. He charged forward, weapon in hand, eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, others followed, forming a torrent of hundreds of Heavenly Dao Society disciples ready to risk everything.

Unfortunately, their valor meant nothing before the might of a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator.

With a casual wave of his hand, the Yuan Clan's ancestor unleashed a ripple of force that sent them flying like scattered leaves.

Weaker disciples coughed up blood, collapsing from the impact.

"Old bastard, if I live through this today, I'll tear your heads off one by one!" Liu Wuxie laughed as blood trickled down his lips.

Regardless of the outcome, the Heavenly Dao Society would forever leave its mark on history. Liu Wuxie had accomplished an unprecedented feat of killing so many experts.

You won't have the chance!" the Yuan Clan's ancestor snarled, tightening the threads as Liu Wuxie's bones cracked.

Blood gushed from Liu Wuxie's mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs. The threads were digging deeper into his body, wreaking havoc on his insides.

Yet, even in unbearable agony, he didn't scream. He gritted his teeth and endured pain that was like a thousand blades tearing through his flesh. Anyone else would've passed out or begged for mercy. Yet, Liu Wuxie's face showed only boundless rage.

The Yuan Clan's ancestor had no intention of granting him a swift death. He wanted Liu Wuxie to suffer, to feel every ounce of torment the world had to offer.

"Wuxie..." Xu Lingxue sobbed, her voice trembling.

Murong Yi, Jian Xing'er, and Chen Ruoyan wept beside her, unable to bear the sight.

The earlier shockwave had struck Liu Dashan and left him heavily injured. Otherwise, he would have charged forward already.

Many onlookers averted their gazes, unable to stomach the cruelty. If the threads continued to tighten, they would tear Liu Wuxie into pieces.

Liu Hanyi was frantic. She tried to break free, but the Wang Clan's ancestor blocked her path once again.

The white-robed man faltered under pressure, his growing anxiety evident as he struggled to push back against his opponent.

"If Liu Wuxie survives this," a spectator whispered, "the Heavenly Dao Society will rise to unprecedented heights. Everyone will want to follow them."

"But he brought this upon himself," another muttered. "The three clans would never let him off after he killed so many."

"Even if Liu Wuxie hadn't killed them," someone else replied coldly, "do you think the three clans would have spared the Heavenly Dao Society? This would've happened sooner or later."

What had happened in the Sacred Ground had long since spread, and they knew that the grudge between Liu Wuxie and the three clans ran too deep to resolve.

Everyone knew the three clans would never allow Liu Wuxie to leave alive. If they didn't kill him first, it was only a matter of time before he brought the fight to their doorstep.

They had chosen to strike early, hoping to eliminate the threat before Liu Wuxie could grow any further.

Yet, no one had expected the Heavenly Dao Society to prepare so thoroughly. The Heavenly Dao Society had completely wiped out the elites of the three clans.

One after another, onlookers nodded grimly in agreement. This battle had been inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

Given the vast resources and ambition of the three clans, they had never intended to leave Liu Wuxie any breathing room. The incident at the commerce fair had only deepened their killing intent.

"With Liu Wuxie's wits, he must have known killing the three patriarchs would draw out their Heaven Profound Realm ancestors," someone muttered. "Could he not have planned for that?"

"I was thinking the same," another agreed. "There's no way he would come this far just to lose now. He must still have a trump card."

Some continued to believe in him, convinced he still had a way to turn the tide.

The Nine Profound Sect wished to offer aid, but their headquarters lay far from Astral Glory City. No one knew if word of this battle had reached their Heaven Profound Realm ancestor.

If they couldn't bring in reinforcements at that level, even a thousand Earth Profound Realm cultivators wouldn't make a difference.

Time dragged on. Liu Wuxie threw back his head and roared in fury, thrashing against the pain.

The Yuan Clan's ancestor sneered, his face twisting menacingly. He tightened his grip. "Liu Wuxie, you can die now!"

The threads had dug into Liu Wuxie's bones. The pain was so severe that he trembled violently. However, even then, the Heavenly Dao Book shielded his primordial spirit, preventing his will from collapsing.

Though inhuman, the torment tempered his flesh and spirit. He could feel his soul growing stronger, his primordial spirit purifying itself. The pool of faith in his soul sea surged violently, solidifying with renewed strength.

"Old bastard, you can't kill me!" Liu Wuxie raised his head, blood running down his chin as he forced a smile. He was preparing to summon the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and drag everyone down with him.

The ancestor of the Yuan Clan suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. Liu Wuxie's gaze told him this wasn't a bluff. The youth truly meant to perish together.

However, just as the moment of detonation neared, a golden sword ray streaked across the sky and descended upon Astral Glory City.

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