Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 836 - Clash of Dao Techniques

Liu Wuxie had a simple goal—to tear open a gap and inject the poison essence into Sheng Lie's body. As long as he succeeded, victory would be his. Thus, he had to try it regardless of whether he could succeed.

The Golden Flame Strike erupted, creating a terrifying mushroom cloud that descended with unstoppable force.

Sheng Lie had no path of retreat and could only face it head-on. He also hadn't expected Liu Wuxie to be so powerful.

"Twin-Shaped Sword!" Sheng Lie roared as the sword in his hand split into two, forming a pair of blades infused with the forces of yin and yang. The mere fact that he had grasped even a hint of yin-yang laws was proof of his extraordinary talent.

However, such a minor mastery of yin-yang laws was nothing before Liu Wuxie. A loud explosion occurred as if heaven and earth had crumbled. Massive stones erupted from the ground, forming jagged formations that littered the desolate landscape.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie's voice was cold, filled with murderous intent. It was as though he had transformed into a god of slaughter at this moment.

The sword aura created by Sheng Lie began to explode, obliterated by the Golden Flame Strike.

"This is impossible! How can your laws exceed the limits of the True Profound Realm?!" Sheng Lie finally couldn't maintain his composure. The laws in Liu Wuxie's body were even stronger than those at the True Profound Realm, which made no sense. It was unfathomable how an ordinary person could contain so many laws. But reality was a resounding slap on Sheng Lie's face.

Ignoring Sheng Lie's roars, the Heretic Blade descended with devastation.

The Twin-Shaped Sword exploded into dust, with the hilt remaining in Sheng Lie's hand. The scene was terrifying, and Sheng Lie hadn't expected Liu Wuxie's attack to contain destructive power.

After shattering Sheng Lie's sword, the Golden Flame Strike's momentum didn't diminish as boundless metal-attribute energy surged from the depth of the Metal Suppression Stele. This was because the lung palace had constantly absorbed metal-attribute energy from the world after the gate was opened.

"Great Divine Feather Palm!" Sheng Lie resorted to the Sky Feather Sect's ultimate attack, a spirit-grade martial technique, unleashing an unparalleled might from his hand.

But Liu Wuxie remained unmoved as the Golden Flame Strike continued its descent with an unstoppable momentum. He knew he had no choice but to fight if he wanted to leave the mountain range alive.

The sky cracked open like a petal being sliced. This was the Golden Flame Strike after being infused with the ancient deity's power.

The Great Divine Feather Palm was a spirit-grade martial technique comparable to a dao technique, so Liu Wuxie didn't dare show the slightest carelessness.

When the Golden Flame Strike descended, a devastating force was unleashed, shaking the mountain range from a hundred meters away. A ravine reaching ten thousand meters appeared on the mountain range, with spring water gushing from beneath. Soon, the ravine became a small creek.

Metal-attribute energy continued to surge rampantly, shattering all the rocks in its path and eroding them. Even the Great Divine Feather Palm was sliced by the Golden Flame Strike.

The Golden Flame Strike's power dissipated after colliding with the Great Divine Feather Palm, but the remaining energy had condensed into a blade ray that shot toward Sheng Lai.

This was Liu Wuxie's true objective. He had no intention of killing Sheng Lie, relying on the Golden Flame Strike. This was because he knew Sheng Lie had many tricks up his sleeve, and the Great Divine Feather Palm was just one of them.

Though Liu Wuxie had grasped an ice dao technique, he was still inferior to Sheng Lie, even with the Golden Flame Strike. He was a veteran at the Spirit Profound Realm and had comprehended several dao techniques.

Sheng Lie's true essence became erratic after consecutive attacks, and the blade aura reached him right at this moment. With no weapon left, he was only forced to block with his bare hands.

The blade aura easily cut through Sheng Lie's flesh, and blood gushed out from his arm, leaving a wound that was an inch deep. But the attack wasn't fatal as his tendons remained intact, and it was nothing more than a mosquito bite to someone at the Spirit Profound Realm.

However, Liu Wuxie had already achieved his goal by sending his poison essence into Sheng Lie's body. Even his grandfather couldn't resist the poison when he was still at the pinnacle of the Spirit Profound Realm, not to mention Sheng Lie, who was merely at the second-level Spirit Profound Realm.

"I'll kill you!" Sheng Lie was enraged that someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm had injured him.

"You old goat, we have no grudge, yet you attacked me without reason. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Liu Wuxie said with a smile, taunting Sheng Lie instead of attacking further.

The poison hadn't reached Sheng Lie's heart, which meant he could still put up a fight. But if it were someone at the True Profound Realm, the poison would've taken his life swiftly.

It didn't take long before Sheng Lie felt something was amiss, and the circulation of his true essence had slowed significantly.

"Poison!" Sheng Lie immediately realized he had been poisoned, but he didn't know how.

"What have you done to me? How did I get poisoned?!" Sheng Lie's divine sense burrowed into his body. His meridians turned black, and the flow of his true essence was erratic. He quickly circulated his cultivation technique, trying to expel the poison from his body.

But even after a long struggle, the poison remained in his body with no sign of being forced out, and it was now spreading toward his heart. This turned Sheng Lie's expression serious, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. This poison was deadly, and his fate was sealed if he couldn't expel it with his cultivation at the Spirit Profound Realm.

"It's useless. You've been poisoned by poison essence, and you can't force it out unless you're at the Heaven Profound Realm," Liu Wuxie chuckled. He circulated the Desolate Devouring Art to devour the surrounding spiritual energy.

Using the Golden Flame Strike, he had consumed seventy percent of his true essence, so he wanted to stall for time. He needed time to recover his true essence while letting the poison take effect.

Sheng Lie might have been poisoned, but that didn't mean he had lost his combat strength. Even his grandfather could endure the poison for years before it finally took effect.

Through his refinement, the poison was even deadlier, and Sheng Lie would succumb to it in two hours. This was why he had to be cautious for the next two hours.

"You bastard! I'll kill you first, even if I can't force the poison out. Our Sky Feather Sect has an expert at the Heaven Profound Realm, and this poison can't kill me!" Sheng Lie wasn't very worried as he could return to the sect and seek help from the grand elder after killing Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie didn’t bother correcting him—Sheng Lie would die even if he managed to return. After all, the Liu Clan had once invited Heaven Profound Realm experts to treat his grandfather, yet even they had failed.

Not wanting to waste time, Sheng Lie's eyes erupted in murderous intent. A powerful aura swept out from him, and he was prepared to use his trump card. He was determined to kill Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie locked his brows at this sight and sheathed the Heretic Blade. He knew it was hard to kill Sheng Lie relying on the Golden Flame Strike, which meant it wouldn't be easy for him to flee.

"Fiery, come out!" Liu Wuxie called out.

Fiery had been observing the battle, and it was feeling anxious.

"If I lose consciousness, carry me away immediately!" Liu Wuxie said. He was planning to perform the Annihilation Fist.

The Heavenly Dragon Seal and Earth-Binding Chains could only deal with those at the True Profound Realm, and his trump card was the Annihilation Fist.

When he raised his right hand to the sky and clenched it into a fist, a destructive force descended from the starry sky and condensed into his palm.

Sheng Le narrowed his eyes, and a dreadful phenomenon gripped his heart. But he knew there was no turning back, and he began to form seals with his hands.

"Great Divine Wind Art!" Sheng Lie roared as he executed his dao technique. Violent winds howled, morphing into a raging tempest that tore across the battlefield. Massive boulders were swept into the sky, whirling like deadly projectiles within the cyclone.

This was a dreadful scene with Liu Wuxie trapped in the tornado. If he wasn't careful, he would be ripped into pieces.

"I'll make sure not even a trace of your corpse remains!" Sheng Lie roared, unleashing his most powerful attack. He fused wind-attribute energy into the Great Divine Feather Palm, creating a force so overwhelming that it seemed unstoppable.

However, Liu Wuxie remained unfazed, with no flicker of emotion on his face. He knew his fate would be decided in this attack, and there was no point in hesitation.

The desolate world stirred, and the True Dragon Physique gave off a faint light, like that of a divine dragon empowered by the ancient deity's power.

"ANNIHILATION FIST!" Liu Wuxie roared as a terrifying world appeared above his head. This was a complete world, and Liu Wuxie had received the blessing of the entire Southern Province after the Ten Grand Ceremony, which meant he now wielded the power of a whole domain.

He had channeled that power into this strike to help him attack, and this was his most potent technique yet—surpassing all previous versions of the Annihilation Fist.

Immortal runes flashed as they fused into the Annihilation Fist, and pain laced through Liu Wuxie's soul sea to inscribe immortal runes forcibly. But the Heavenly Dao Book had locked onto the core of his soul sea, protecting his primordial spirit. Even so, he couldn't prevent the depletion of his soul energy.

The true essence from the desolate world drained rapidly, siphoned into Liu Wuxie’s fist as he channeled every last drop of it into this single, decisive strike.

Sheng Lie's expression became ugly as he continued to form seals, igniting his blood essence once more to empower his attack.

"It's futile. Your dao technique might be strong, but you're nothing more than an insect before immortal runes," Liu Wuxie said. He was confident in Sheng Lie's death. One of them would perish, and there was no other outcome.

Even if he had to suffer grievous injuries, Liu Wuxie was determined to kill Sheng Lie.

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Sheng Lie staggered at the mention of immortal runes. The word immortal was shrouded in mystery, and no one knew if they existed. Even if they existed, they were beyond his reach.

Yet, Liu Wuxie was telling him that immortal runes were suppressing him, and how could he not panic? This only hardened his resolve to kill Liu Wuxie and claim the immortal runes for himself.

But the next moment, he realized his mistake as the Annihilation Fist had fully formed, and it descended like an entire world crashing down upon him. He was only blood and flesh, and how could he bear the crushing weight of a whole domain?

The Great Divine Wind Art shattered inch by inch, and this outcome made Sheng Lie stagger. The tide of the battle had turned against him, and he was defenseless like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without the Great Divine Wind Art.