Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 260 - Despicable

Chapter 260 - Despicable

Zhao Chen’s group was tempted to take the risk. They would reach the peak of their lives if they succeeded, while failure spelled certain death.

They were full of confidence when they attacked, thinking that it wouldn’t be a problem for them to escape even if they were no match for Liu Wuxie. In the worst scenario, both sides would be evenly matched.

However, when Liu Wuxie swung his blade down, everyone instantly realized they were wrong. The disparity between the two was beyond comparison, like the difference between heaven and earth.

Liu Wuxie’s blade was like a gust of tornado that converged into one. When the blade aura descended from the sky, the fifty-four people realized that they could not dodge this incoming attack.

As blood sprayed out, those with weaker strength couldn’t resist; Liu Wuxie’s true strength was beyond their expectations.

Zhao Chen was shocked and trembled when he sensed the seventh-level Marrow Cleansing Realm expert’s aura coming from Liu Wuxie.

He didn’t expect Liu Wuxie to hide so much of his strength. When entering the Python Mountain Battlefield, Liu Wuxie’s cultivation was only at the fourth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm. So, how did Liu Wuxie make so many breakthroughs in such a short time?

There was only one possibility: he had refined the Golden Fruit and Blood Flame Devil Blue.

The fifty-four people fell like wheat before the scythe. Liu Wuxie couldn't spare their lives. If one person’s life weren’t enough as a warning for others, Liu Wuxie wouldn’t mind killing a hundred or a thousand people until no one dared to provoke him.

Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade, sweeping through everyone in the surroundings, and this was his most potent attack. It felt as though each move and form were perfectly tempered. Rather, Liu Wuxie’s blade technique had no form, which was the terrifying aspect of Fatality Blade Art.

He had connected the divine bridge with a powerful soul, and his strength couldn’t be compared with ordinary people.

“I don’t want to die here!” people cried as their waists were severed. But no one took pity on them because these people deserved it. If one wanted to kill, one had to be prepared to be killed. This had always been the case since ancient times.

Since these people wanted to kill Liu Wuxie, they would have to be prepared to die. If they didn’t have such comprehension, they wouldn’t be worthy to be called cultivators.

Sounds of breaking bones echoed in the surroundings.

If Liu Wuxie’s cultivation were still in the fourth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, he wouldn’t have such an easy time. His strength had undergone a drastic transformation compared to half a month ago.

“Liu Wuxie, I’m sorry! Don’t kill me!” Zhao Chen instantly realized his mistake. He realized that Liu Wuxie didn’t consider them as worthy opponents. No wonder Liu Wuxie looked at them like he was looking at a bunch of clowns.

Ignoring Zhao Chen’s pitiful pleas, Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade, claiming lives.

“Screw you!” Lu Cheng roared and charged towards Liu Wuxie, intending to perish together.

“Rubbish!” Liu Wuxie retorted, his demeanor unchanging. With a swift motion of his right hand, he conjured a fireball.

“ARGGGGHHH!” Lu Cheng was rooted to the spot as the flames swallowed him whole. Despite his frantic attempts to roll onto the ground, the fire refused to be quelled. His agonizing screams echoed through the air, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers. It was their first encounter with such a savage execution method.

His once sturdy physique began to wither rapidly as the water and fat in his body evaporated at an alarming rate. He was soon nothing more than a desiccated husk on the ground, which turned into ashes and was carried away by a gentle gust of wind.

This scared Zhao Chen into abandoning his party and fleeing for his life. He didn’t want to see Liu Wuxie for another second.

“Hmph, you want to run? Dream on!” Liu Wuxie snorted as the Heretic Blade flew out from his hand, piercing through Zhao Chen’s back.

After killing everyone, Liu Wuxie collected their interspatial pouches as if nothing had happened. Liu Wuxie’s cold gaze swept through the spectators, causing everyone to lower their eyes in fright.

They immediately fled as it was getting late. Since they couldn’t head to the next location, they might as well leave early.

With the Golden Marrow, Liu Wuxie could reach the eighth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, and his harvest during this trip was unimaginable.

“Liu Wuxie, wait!” A voice sounded just when he was about to leave.

When he turned around, a hint of anger appeared on his face. He asked, " Do you also want to seize my treasures?”

The one who had called out to Liu Wuxie was a young man in his twenties. This young man didn’t have high cultivation, and it was baffling how this person dared to covet his treasure.

“Don’t misunderstand. I have something to tell you.” The young man's eyes were clear and without greed. He even lowered his voice to prevent others from overhearing his words.

“Speak!” Liu Wuxie’s face was cold, and he wasn’t interested in idle talk.

“My name is Qin Li, nephew of Qin Biyu. I pay my greetings to Big Brother Liu.” This young man turned out to be a descendant of the Qin Clan.

This surprised Liu Wuxie, and his facial expression eased up. After all, he had some relationship with the Qin Clan. Back in the Cloud Xing Pavilion, Qin Tian’s appearance had allowed him to turn the tables around, and he also had a good relationship with Qin Biyu and Chen Yusheng.

“What’s the matter?” Hearing that this young man was Qin Biyu’s nephew, Liu Wuxie smiled faintly.

“Don’t you find it weird that you didn’t come across any of the Xue Clan’s disciples along the way?” Qin Li lowered his voice. The surrounding people were gradually leaving, spreading the news about what had happened earlier.

Liu Wuxie frowned because Qin Li's words were right. Weirdly, he had only encountered Xue Shihong along the way.

“Speak up!” Qin Li might be Qin Biyu’s nephew, but that didn’t mean Liu Wuxie had to be friendly and fawn over him. He was in a rush and didn’t want to waste much time.

“The Xue Clan’s disciples didn’t even enter the Python King Mountain and are guarding the exit. They caught Brother Zuo Hong, Yan Ruyu, and my elder sister to threaten you,” Qin Li said with a concerned expression. He had been looking for Liu Wuxie’s whereabouts since he had entered the Python King Battlefield.

Torrential murderous intent swept out from Liu Wuxie. He didn’t expect the Xue Clan to be so despicable, capturing his friends to threaten him.

“Where are they?” Liu Wuxie couldn’t contain the murderous intent in his heart. The Xue Clan had already crossed his bottom line.

Those who were still lingering around fled without a second thought, fearing Liu Wuxie’s wrath.

“They’re at the entrance of the Python King Mountain. I have already notified the Qin and Yan Clan’s disciples. We’re finding ways to save them.” Qin Li didn’t dare to hide anything from Liu Wuxie and shared everything he knew.

“You go notify the others. I’ll go ahead!” Liu Wuxie couldn’t wait any longer. Even a moment’s delay meant more danger for Zuo Hong and others.

Based on Xue Clan’s actions, what other despicable things they couldn’t do?

Zuo Hong, Yan Ruyu, and Qin Li’s elder sister had helped Liu Wuxie before. Thus, Liu Wuxie remembered their favor in his heart and felt guilty that he had dragged them down.

“Big Brother Liu, this must be the Xue Clan’s trap. It’s too dangerous for you to go alone. It’s best to gather more people to save them,” Qin Li cautioned Liu Wuxie.

“It would be too late!” Liu Wuxie disappeared without bidding farewell to Qin Li, heading towards the entrance.

Watching Liu Wuxie’s silhouette, Qin Li gritted his teeth before heading in another direction to seek the clans’ disciples.

The twenty-day deadline was approaching, and many people gradually left to avoid being trapped in the Python King Battlefield.

A temporary platform was built at the entrance, and several logs were erected. Zuo Hong and everyone were tied to the logs, and their cultivation was sealed.

Seven individuals, accompanied by over a hundred others, congregated in the vicinity. Each one was an expert, all adorned in the distinctive attire of the Xue Clan.

“Xue Shichou, stop wasting your time! Brother Liu won’t come!” Zuo Hong sneered. His lips had dried up as he had been tied to the logs for five days without being given any water. His consciousness was gradually blurring, and he had lost all sensation in his body.

It was inevitable that Liu Wuxie would pass by there unless he died in the Python King Battlefield. With Liu Wuxie’s personality, he wouldn’t stand by if he knew his friends were captured.

The cultivators who were leaving stopped in their tracks far away to watch. After all, the Xue Clan had already said they would kill Liu Wuxie, meaning they must be confident.

“Brother Shichou, do you think Liu Wuxie will come?” They had been waiting for so many days, but Liu Wuxie was nowhere to be seen. As time passed, the disciples of the Xue Clan gradually became impatient.

This time, the Xue Clan sent its elites to kill Liu Wuxie. Along with young geniuses, experts with formidable cultivation in their forties or fifties were also present. Such a strong lineup was assembled just to kill Liu Wuxie.

“Don’t worry about it. He will surely come!” Xue Shichou was a man in his mid-thirties with a long scar on the left side of his face that made him look sinister.

Speaking of Xue Shichou, everyone in the Imperial City knew he was ruthless. Over the years, he had killed countless cultivators. It was rumored that he was nominated to be the next patriarch to inherit Xue Dingtian’s position.

Xue Shihong, whom Liu Wuxie had killed, was his younger brother, and he had already received news of his demise. But this news didn’t make Xue Shichou lose his rationale.

He had initially planned on killing Zuo Hong’s group to vent his anger, but he had swiftly calmed down. Killing them outright would have been too merciful for Liu Wuxie; he desired to prolong their suffering before his very eyes.

When the sun hung high in the sky, Zuo Hong’s group was barely alive, and they would die at this rate before Liu Wuxie arrived.

Liu Wuxie pushed his speed to the limit along the way, covering the two-day journey in just one and a half days. He gradually slowed down upon reaching his destination.

That day was different as a sudden strong wind blew, and a blue figure appeared in the distance.

“Someone is coming!” Everyone struggled to open their eyes and saw a blue figure slowly approaching.

“It’s Liu Wuxie!” someone exclaimed as everyone managed to see Liu Wuxie’s appearance once he was over a hundred meters away.

The Xue Clan’s disciples stood up, and only Xue Shichou remained seated. There wasn’t any ripple on his face as though he had already predicted Liu Wuxie’s arrival.

Hearing Liu Wuxie’s name, a bitter smile rose on Zuo Hong’s lips.