Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 658 - Five Throwing Knives

From a distance, Liu Wuxie caught snippets of their conversation, but the words "Scattering Passion Powder" rang out clearly. His heart sank as he realized the depths of Qin Dao’s depravity. Poisoning a fellow disciple from the same sect was bad enough, but using such a vile substance was truly despicable.

"Qin Dao, you’ll die a wretched death!" Murong Yi spat, her voice trembling with fury and helplessness. She had always been cautious, yet she had still fallen victim to Qin Dao’s scheme. Ever since joining the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, everyone had been polite and courteous to her—everyone except Liu Wuxie.

“Senior Brother Qin, how long will it take for the Scattering Passion Powder to take effect? I can’t wait any longer,” Sun Shangxiang muttered, rubbing his hands together with wicked anticipation.

Murong Yi’s beauty was peerless, rivaling even Xu Lingxue’s, and the thought of her falling into their clutches filled him with excitement.

“Not long now. The Scattering Passion Powder will thoroughly spread out in a few minutes at most, and she will be nothing but a bitch then,” Qin Dao said with a devilish smile.

The Scattering Passion Powder was a rare aphrodisiac in the market, but the Lesser Blade Association’s business consisted of human trafficking and brothels. To make the women obey them, they had specially journeyed far for it. An ordinary person would fall prey to it by taking a small whiff.

“Are you sure she won’t counteract the effects of the Scattering Passion Powder with her cultivation?” Sun Shangxiang asked, as Murong Yi’s strength was formidable.

“You’ve underestimated the effects of the Scattering Passion Powder. This is crafted by a demonic monk from the Western Barren, and I paid a high price for it. Even someone in the True Profound Realm can’t resist it,” Qin Dao said. The demonic monk was a figure Qin Dao had encountered during his training a few years ago, and the Scattering Passion Powder had never failed him. It was his ultimate weapon of control.

As time passed, Murong Yi’s expression grew hazy, her body aflame with an unbearable heat. She felt like she was on fire, her mind consumed by primal urges to tear her clothes off.

“Take it off! Take it off!” Sun Shangsxiang urged, his eyes glued onto Murong Yi.

Murong Yi trembled, both from the effects of the powder and from the lecherous voices surrounding her. Her hands moved against her will, shaking uncontrollably as they reached to tear at her clothes.

Tears streamed down Murong Yi’s cheeks as despair threatened to consume her entirely. Suddenly, a figure appeared before her—a tall and striking person. Yet, it saddened her that she hadn’t heard any news of him since entering this treacherous place.

As her vision blurred further, it felt as though she was floating on clouds, drifting away. Memories of the past replayed vividly in her mind, moments she thought she had long forgotten. She remembered the times her uncle and nanny, Madam Li, had shielded her from the harshness of the world. Without them, she now faced a far crueler reality than she could have ever imagined.

Regret seeped into her heart. She lamented not killing Qin Dao when she had the chance. Someone so vile had no place in the world, and now, she was paying the price for her hesitation.

Her divine sense began to blur, and her hands were beyond her control. Just when her divine sense was about to vanish, a pair of arms caught her. A familiar scent burrowed into her nostrils, and a familiar face appeared before her.

“Wuxie, is that you?” Murong Yi thought she was hallucinating. She had been thinking of him for the past few days.

“It’s me,” Liu Wuxie replied. He gently caressed Murong Yi’s forehead, and a surge of clarity coursed through her, entering her soul sea to stabilize her faltering consciousness.

Even so, the poison in her body remained a grave threat. If she couldn’t get rid of it, she would be killed sooner or later by the flame.

Gently placing Murong Yi down, Liu Wuxie injected a trace of ice element energy into her body to suppress the heat. But that wasn’t the solution, as she would die if she didn’t satisfy her desires.

This situation was far more severe than the poisoning Jian Xing’er had suffered in the past with the Six Desires Powder. The Scattering Passion Powder was significantly more potent and devastating.

To buy time, Liu Wuxie placed Murong Yi on a nearby boulder, allowing the surrounding chill to slow the toxin’s outburst.

Turning back, he found himself face-to-face with Qin Dao and his two companions.

Upon seeing Liu Wuxie, Qin Dao’s face flashed with a hint of excitement. They had been searching for Liu Wuxie for ten whole days, but they couldn’t find any trace of him. Learning that Liu Wuxie had obtained a ten-thousand-year Snow Lotus had nearly made Qin Dao spit blood in frustration.

When he had run into Murong Yi, the malice in his heart had grown, and his hatred for Liu Wuxie had all shifted onto her. This was the reason why he resorted to using the Scattering Passion Powder on her.

“You all deserve to die!” Liu Wuxie’s voice echoed like a winter blade, lashing at the trio’s faces.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, the chill biting into their skin. Sun Shangxiang shivered involuntarily as Liu Wuxie’s boundless murderous intent surged outward like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf everything in its path.

"Liu Wuxie, you’ve barged into hell willingly when you had the chance to walk the path to heaven. I won’t kill you easily—I’ll torment her right before your eyes!" Qin Dao laughed darkly, brandishing a throwing knife. The aura he unleashed, honed at the Quasi-Nascent Transformation Realm, radiated terrifying power.

Qin Dao’s confidence was evident. Since entering the battlefield, he had used the harsh environment to his advantage, smoothly breaking through to the Quasi-Nascent Transformation Realm. With Sun Shangxiang, who had reached the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm, by his side, their odds against Liu Wuxie seemed strong.

Time wouldn’t wait for anyone, and Liu Wuxie had to end the battle quickly to protect Murong Yi from further harm. He gripped the Heretic Blade and leaped at the three attackers like a ferocious tiger lunging at its prey.

“Attack together!” Qin Dao roared, launching three throwing knives from his hand. They shot through the air like arrows, whistling with deadly precision.

“True Strike!” Liu Wuxie now had a deeper comprehension of the True Strike with the breakthrough in his strength. It looked like a simple move but was filled with countless variations, each branching into hundreds of attacks.

When executed, each of the variations was fatal; the heavens dimmed, and the sun and moon lost their luster. His strike consumed all his surrounding spiritual energy.

Fury blazed in Liu Wuxie’s heart, and he didn’t bother hiding his cultivation, unleashing an oppressive aura that made Qin Dao’s group of three feel suffocated.

“How is this possible?!” Qin Dao’s face twisted with shock as the three throwing knives were knocked away by Liu Wuxie. There was no need for elaborate countermeasures as all tricks were useless before absolute strength.

Sun Shangxiang was shocked as the blade aura surged toward his throat. His aura in the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm was like a fragile paper before Liu Wuxie, shattering instantly.

Not just him, but even Qin Dao was suppressed by Liu Wuxie’s aura.

“Die!” Liu Wuxie unleashed a boundless blade aura with the Heretic Blade to seal off the trio’s path of retreat.

Qin Dao barely managed to force a way out with three throwing knives, but Sun Shangxiang and his other companion weren’t so fortunate. They were trapped within the swamp of blade aura and couldn’t free themselves.

Liu Wuxie had combined the True Strike with Frost Finger. Sharp shards of ice shot out like arrows that sealed Sun Shangxiang and his companion’s path of retreat.

Agonizing screams echoed from Sun Shangxiang as the icy arrows riddled his body, turning him into a sieve. Blood gushed from hundreds of tiny wounds, which painted a gruesome scene.

His companion fared no better and was decapitated by the Heretic Blade, his head flying into the air. Everything happened in a flash, and not even Qin Dao had the time to react.

There was no holding back the moment Liu Wuxie decided to kill. He had to kill these three to save Murong Yi. After killing the two, Liu Wuxie slowly advanced toward Qin Dao.

“Hand over the antidote, and I might consider letting you have a painless death,” Liu Wuxie demanded as Qin Dao gripped five throwing knives. Since Qin Dao’s debut, no one had managed to face his fifth throwing knife and lived to tell the tale.

“There’s no antidote for the Scattering Passion Powder; don’t dream about it!” Qin Dao didn’t lie, as there was no antidote to the Scattering Passion Powder. The one poisoned by it would die within an hour unless they satiated their lust.

“In that case, you can die now,” Liu Wuxie said. Since there was no antidote, Qin Dao could only die.

However, Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped as five throwing knives flew at him, and this was Qin Dao’s strongest attack. He sealed the surrounding space to execute the throwing knife technique with his cultivation in the Quasi-Nascent Transformation Realm.

Invisible laws descended, binding Liu Wuxie in place and leaving him momentarily stunned. "What a bizarre technique!" he murmured to himself, his tone laced with both surprise and intrigue.

It was undeniable that Qin Dao’s throwing knife technique was formidable. Even if Bai Yuan ran into Qin Dao, it wouldn’t be easy for him to deal with the throwing knife technique.

But it was unfortunate for Qin Dao that he faced Liu Wuxie, whose Ghost Eye revealed even the subtlest details. Qin Dao’s dao technique was embedded within his throwing knife style, and he had refined it to unleash a fifth throwing knife, merging power and precision into a single deadly attack.

Five throwing knives streaked through the air in an instant, closing in on Liu Wuxie. The speed and precision left little time to react, with the fifth knife being especially dangerous due to its unpredictable trajectory.

As the first three knives approached, Liu Wuxie charged forward, swinging the Heretic Blade with precision. Sparks flew as the three knives were knocked away.

The fourth knife, however, veered off its expected path, avoiding the Heretic Blade and targeting Liu Wuxie’s lower body with a cunning and vicious angle.

Liu Wuxie snorted, seeing through the ploy. The fourth knife was merely a decoy, designed to distract him from the fifth—a far deadlier threat. Thanks to the clarity provided by the Ghost Eye, he saw through everything.

He didn’t attempt to deflect the fourth knife and soared to the sky, twisting himself into an unimaginable angle that looked like a majestic crane spreading its wings.

The fourth knife grazed past him, and the fifth knife came out of nowhere, aiming directly at Liu Wuxie’s heart.

“Liu Wuxie, no one has ever escaped my fifth knife, and you’re no exception,” Qin Dao declared, his voice laced with chill. It was already beyond his expectation that Liu Wuxie could resolve the first four knives, and a flicker of seriousness crossed his eyes.

“Petty tricks,” Liu Wuxie mocked. The fifth throwing knife had locked onto him while he was in mid-air, clinging onto him like a shadow.

No matter how Liu Wuxie maneuvered, the knife relentlessly adjusted its trajectory, staying mere inches away from him. A single misstep, and it would have pierced straight through his heart.