Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 835 - Fighting Spirit Profound Realm

Sheng Lie didn’t hesitate—his palm strike came crashing toward Liu Wuxie, forcing him to abandon the thought of revealing his Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy disciple’s medal.

They were in the desolate mountain range, and no one would know if he died. This only further strengthened Sheng Lie's determination to kill him.

Liu Wuxie clasped his hands together to create a towering ice peak. After reaching the eighth-level Nascent Transformation Realm, his ice dao technique had matured and was more formidable than before.

The palm and ice peak struck, filling the air with an oppressive pressure. The bone-chilling ice mountain descended from the sky, soaring to a staggering ten thousand feet.

Sheng Lie’s eyes widened in shock. He could hardly believe that someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm could wield a dao technique to such an extent.

"It's a pity to kill someone as talented as you. If you're willing to sign a contract and become my servant, I will consider sparing your life," Sheng Lie said, his eyes gleaming with scheming intent. This would allow him to extract Liu Wuxie's secrets, like the ice dao technique.

"Fuck off!" Liu Wuxie roared, and his voice thundered like crashing waves.

The palm was inches away from him now, ripping his hairband apart, allowing his jet-black hair to scatter. This made Liu Wuxie stand out like an unsheathed sword, poised to strike.

The frenzied storm swept everything around it and exploded into dust. The heavens also turned dark, and the mountains trembled—this was the sheer might of someone at the Spirit Profound Realm.

Right then, the ice peak clashed with the giant palm, producing a deafening sound from the impact that could easily rupture eardrums.

Even Liu Wuxie found himself momentarily deaf; the world around him plunged into eerie silence. He felt trapped in a void where even the fundamental laws of existence had ceased to fluctuate.

Shortly after, a terrifying ripple erupted from the impact's center, sweeping outward with unstoppable force. The trees, plants, and rocks were swept into the sky wherever it passed.

This was too terrifying, and it was beyond mortal comprehension. Liu Wuxie also felt an immense force striking his chest, and the sheer impact alone was enough to kill ordinary cultivators at the True Profound Realm.

Throwing up a mouthful of blood, Liu Wuxie was sent flying backward, caught in the raging wind. He tumbled in the air before he finally crashed to the ground, his face pale.

But the battle's aftermath was still spreading, the devastation reaching far and wide. The once-thriving mountain range was instantly reduced to a barren wasteland.

Sheng Lie wasn't in good condition either, as he felt the ice peak's crushing impact that left his chest heavy with discomfort. Though he didn't throw up blood, his facial expression was pained. He couldn't believe he had failed to kill someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm in one strike and felt humiliated.

"So, this is the power of someone at the Spirit Profound Realm? It didn't seem so impressive." Liu Wuxie wiped the blood off his lips, a cruel smile forming as his eyes burned with pure madness.

Sheng Lie wasn't enraged by Liu Wuxie's provocation and smiled instead. To him, Liu Wuxie was already a dead man, and there was no point in him being angry with him.

"Boy, who are you?" Sheng Lie asked, his voice carrying a trace of curiosity. "With strength like yours, you can’t be an unknown. And what exactly are you doing in this mountain range?"

Apart from the Sky Feather Sect, only a handful of sects operated in this region, and Sheng Lie was familiar with their prodigies. Yet, Liu Wuxie was a complete mystery. More puzzling was his age—he appeared no older than twenty.

While reaching the Nascent Transformation Realm at the age of twenty wasn't rare in the Central Plains, there weren't any capable of rivaling someone at the Spirit Profound Realm.

"You're unworthy of knowing!" Liu Wuxie summoned the Heretic Blade. Though the ice dao technique was formidable and could deal with those at the True Profound Realm, it wasn't enough to deal with someone at the Spirit Profound Realm. He could barely hold his ground.

Liu Wuxie took the Golden Flame Strike's stance by raising the Heretic Blade to the sky, planning to strike with his ultimate move right from the start. He knew he couldn't hold back against someone at the Spirit Profound Realm.

If he weren't careful, Sheng Lie would kill him, and hiding would only send him to his death faster.

The moment he raised the Heretic Blade, Sheng Lie frowned as he felt threatened by this attack. He didn't hesitate to draw his sword. But after reaching the Spirit Profound Realm, Sheng Lie rarely used his weapon and relied more on dao techniques.

Arcs of lightning appeared in the sky. The Heretic Blade possessed the power of lightning after being tempered with the Thunder God's Hammer. This thickened the air in the surroundings, and it even became difficult to breathe.

An aerial profound beast was passing through the battlefield and let out a sharp cry before plummeting from the sky. The boundless blade and sword auras shredded it into pieces.

The battle had just begun as the sword and blade auras started to clash in the air, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

This deepened Sheng Lie's shock. Liu Wuxie had not only comprehended a dao technique but also displayed a great mastery over the blade technique.

The Metal Suppression Stele inside Liu Wuxie began to stir, itching to unleash an overwhelming force.

If Liu Wuxie could gather all five suppression steles, he would form a cycle between the five elements and crush all opponents.

A ferocious surge of metal-attribute energy made the Heretic Blade shine brightly, outshining the sun.

Sheng Lie didn’t dare to be careless—his strength lay in his comprehension of dao techniques, not swordsmanship. He knew he was no match for Liu Wuxie in a direct clash of weapons.

"Golden Flame Strike!" Liu Wuxie roared and swung the Heretic Blade down. The instant his blade fell, he felt his desolate world wither as boundless true essence was siphoned away.

He didn't hesitate to throw many spirit stones into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. Killing the two at the True Profound Realm had allowed him to harvest vast amounts of spirit stones, and he used them to replenish his exhaustion.

A long passage ignited in mid-air, looking like the Golden Flame Strike had cleaved the sky. This scene shocked Sheng Lie, and he finally sensed the hint of danger. But there was no turning back. If he chose to retreat, he would risk letting Liu Wuxie escape. That was not an option.

He had pursued Liu Wuxie with great difficulty, igniting his blood essence just to close the distance. If he let his prey slip through his fingers now, it would be a total loss—his efforts wasted, his blood essence sacrificed for nothing.

With retreat impossible, Sheng Lie had no choice but to fight. He unleashed a devastating strike, tearing a black rift through space, shredding the air with unstoppable force. Though it wasn’t a dao technique, the attack contained a trace of spatial laws—an ability that, even when applied to ordinary martial techniques, became terrifying in the hands of a Spirit Profound Realm expert.

The sword aura unleashed by Sheng Lie carried an overbearing air, while Liu Wuxie's blade aura bore the aura of an emperor's overwhelming dominance. When the two sword auras clashed, the impact produced a massive tidal shockwave.

A thunderous roar was produced when Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade, splitting the mountains on either side as they melted into red-hot magma. This was the power of the metal element, an energy capable of cutting through everything, and nothing could remain intact before it.

Sheng Lie's attack was continuously shredded apart, suppressed by the Golden Flame Strike.

"How is it possible for you to comprehend such a profound dao technique!" Sheng Lie roared with disbelief, watching his sword technique destroyed.

The Golden Flame Strike wasn't something ordinary people could comprehend, and Liu Wuxie had only achieved it by relying on the Heavenly Dao Book.

"You're nothing more than a frog in a well!" Liu Wuxie's words were like daggers stabbing into Sheng Lie's heart, further enraging him. He knew this was the only way for him to create an opening.

"Do you think you can kill me with your dao technique?" While dao techniques were powerful, Liu Wuxie was limited by his cultivation. Sheng Lie would run for his life if he were in the True Profound Realm.

Dao techniques were like powerful artifacts, and their full potential could never be unleashed without sufficient strength.

With a swift motion, Sheng Lie withdrew his sword and targeted Liu Wuxie's lower abdomen. He could only choose to take the risk of facing the incoming attack.

He knew that Liu Wuxie would be temporarily weakened after unleashing the Golden Flame Strike, which gave him the perfect opportunity to strike. He was determined to gamble everything, even at the cost of taking a direct hit.

Only Liu Wuxie could accomplish such a feat of forcing someone at the Spirit Profound Realm into such desperation. But Liu Wuxie had already anticipated this move from Sheng Lie, relying on Ghost Eye.

The Heretic Blade descended, but the Golden Flame Strike was far from over—this was only the beginning. Its true power lay in its countless variations, adapting and evolving mid-battle. As the initial strike landed, the attack transformed into a lethal blade aura, slashing toward Sheng Lie’s back.

If Sheng Lie continued his assault, he would have to take a direct hit from the Golden Flame Strike. If he retreated, he would also reveal an opening, meaning he had no choice but to take the attack head-on.

A logical cultivator would have chosen to withdraw, bracing for impact. But Sheng Lie didn't follow convention and took the desperate path, fighting with his life on the line. At this point, he only had one goal—to kill Liu Wuxie.

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"You're courting death!" Liu Wuxie was enraged. He hadn't expected Sheng Lie to fight with his life on the line. He continued to strike with the Heretic Blade as countless Demonic Purgatory Chains flew out, forming a curtain that locked Sheng Lie's feet in place.

"What the hell is this?!" Sheng Lie roared, attempting to break free from the bind. He channeled his laws to shatter the Demonic Purgatory Chains, giving Liu Wuxie a chance to close in and strike with the Golden Flame Strike at full force.

Space shattered into countless fragments, and Sheng Lie's expression finally turned grave. He realized he wasn't facing an ordinary human but a primordial beast, a god of war.

At this moment, Liu Wuxie stood like a deity. His presence was overwhelming, and his aura was so commanding that none would dare meet his gaze.

In the critical moment, Sheng Lie shifted his sword to face the Golden Flame Strike. But the sudden appearance of the Demonic Purgatory Chains had left him vulnerable.

When a blinding radiance erupted from the Golden Flame Strike, Liu Wuxie channeled the ancient deity's power and a trace of poison essence into this attack.