Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 702 - All Killed

When Liu Wuxie raised his hand, the surrounding space began to shatter. Blinding starlight poured through the cracks, and golden radiance illuminated the sky with an otherworldly glow. No one could comprehend why the sky itself seemed to shatter or the origins of the radiant beams.

Each of the golden radiance represented an immortal rune. The suppression of the immortal runes not only affected the surrounding space, but a radius of over ten thousand meters began to tremble

There was also an earthquake in the Imperial Capital as countless people fled out of their houses.

"What a terrifying punch!" someone exclaimed in awe. The Hou Clan's grand elder's attack, which once seemed formidable, paled in comparison to this overwhelming display of power.

The attacks from the Hou Clan's grand elder and the Azure Crimson Gate's guard were all absorbed by the Annihilation Fist, becoming part of it. They couldn't even get close to Liu Wuxie or harm him.

The surrounding space continued to collapse as the Hou Clan's grand elder began to retreat, unable to withstand the power. Overwhelmed with fear, he could only think of escaping. In his eyes, Liu Wuxie was no longer a human but a god beyond comprehension.

Countless shockwaves swept out from the sky before forming into a fist manifested with astral power. This was the true power of the Astral River Realm, and Liu Wuxie devoured the surrounding astral power.

As for the astral power comprehended by other cultivators, they had only touched its surface.

The stars above the desolate world began to shine, releasing terrifying laws to empower the Annihilation Fist. This punch alone had drained seventy percent of Liu Wuxie's soul energy. Even the desolate world had become quiet, with ninety percent of the true essence drained.

It became clear why Liu Wuxie had to wait till he made a breakthrough to the seventh level of the Astral River Realm before executing the Annihilation Fist.

The last time he had used it against Bai Yuan, Liu Wuxie was in a mess. He had only recovered due to the empowerment of the Southern Province's blessing. Otherwise, he would've been buried by the avalanche in the Thorn Peak Valley.

That memory had left an indelible mark on him, and he vowed never to use it again unless absolutely necessary. He couldn't possibly rely on luck all the time, and only the strength cultivated by him would truly belong to him.

The Annihilation Fist borrowed laws from the Celestial Realm, which wasn't sustainable in the long term.

The descending fist grew in size, containing profundities of ancient stars that created the vast illusion of the cosmos and trapped the two in it. The more they struggled, the more poisonous fumes invaded their meridians, accelerating the dispersion of their true essence.

"Liu Wuxie, you bastard! What have you done to us?!" They could have neutralized this punch if they were in their prime. But their energies had waned, and their strength plummeted.

Liu Wuxie had meticulously planned every move, orchestrating the battle from the start. Without relying on the poisonous fumes to buy time, he wouldn’t have been able to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation before unleashing the Annihilation Fist to secure victory.

Though the fight appeared chaotic, it was a calculated masterpiece of strategy. A single misstep would have meant his death instead of theirs.

"I refuse to accept this!" The Azure Crimson Gate's elder was slightly weaker in cultivation, and his body began to shatter under the immense pressure. When his body was crushed, he tried to escape with his primordial spirit, but he was bound by the Demonic Purgatory Chains, which dragged him into an infinite void of darkness.

Black flame enveloped his primordial spirit as his screams echoed from the depths of the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, but no one could hear him.

"Liu Wuxie, you'll die a horrible death!" the elder spat, his voice trembling with fury and despair. But as the demonic flames intensified, his primordial spirit weakened with each passing moment, and his cries faded into nothingness.

His centuries-long cultivation had benefited Liu Wuxie. With the nourishment of someone in the sixth level of the Nascent Transformation Realm, Liu Wuxie's dried-up desolate world flourished in an instant.

His true essence didn't diminish but increased instead. Only the Hou Clan's grand elder remained, still struggling as the Demonic Purgatory Chains coiled around him. Each time he managed to break free, the chains ensnared him.

However, Liu Wuxie remained unhurried as he manipulated additional chains to ensnare the Hou Clan's grand elder, extracting a portion of energy with each strike, methodically tormenting him to death.

"My foolish grandson, what disaster have you wrought upon us?" the Hou Clan's grand elder muttered, his voice bitter and strong with the urge to strangle his grandson. After all, his grandson's actions had doomed the entire Hou Clan, and he could already foresee their inevitable demise, including his own.

As time passed, the aura released by Liu Wuxie grew stronger while the face of Hou Clan's grand elder withered.

When the Annihilation Fist descended, the Hou Clan's grand elder vanished. The Demonic Purgatory Chains dragged his body into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.

Liu Wuxie's killing of ten experts in the Nascent Transformation Realm shocked everyone, including Fan Zhen. Prince Yong Xian was stunned in place, and he was the only one left.

"How did this happen?" Prince Yong Xian muttered to himself, unable to accept this outcome.

Liu Wuxie had returned just when he was about to exact his vengeance and could only witness him killing so many experts. It felt as though he had plummeted from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell in an instant.

Prince Yong Xian's limbs went cold as he was in the Heavenly Phase Realm. Even Fan Zhen could easily crush him, not to mention Liu Wuxie.

After refining the two, Liu Wuxie turned his cold gaze toward Prince Yong Xian.

The warship, now abandoned, was promptly collected by Fan Zhen, who hovered mid-air. They had lost a warship during their return, and this one would compensate for their losses. With plans to escort a group back to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the warship would provide much-needed convenience, as they couldn’t all rely on flight.

"Prince Yong Xian, you could've chosen a different path by peacefully staying in the cultivation world. I would have spared you if you hadn't come after me, but what you did today has crossed my bottom line, and I will tear you into pieces," Liu Wuxie said coldly, each of his words causing Prince Yong Xian to tremble.

What Liu Wuxie said wasn't wrong. If Prince Yong Xian had concealed his identity and stayed peacefully in the cultivation world, no one would've known. But instead, he sought revenge, sealing his fate in the process.

"You’ve won, and I have nothing left to say. What’s the point of your words now? My only regret is not killing you when I had the chance," Prince Yong Xian spat, his voice filled with hatred. He couldn’t help but replay the events in his mind. If only he hadn’t tried to recruit Liu Wuxie to his side, everything might have turned out differently. If given another chance, he would have struck Liu Wuxie down before he had the chance to grow into such a formidable force.

"It's too late for regrets. You can take your own life now!" Liu Wuxie said disdainfully. He didn’t even want to lift a finger to deal with such trash.

Prince Yong Xian's laughter echoed. He had been scheming for decades and hadn't expected this outcome.

The spectators, especially the older generation, fell silent. They knew what status Prince Yong Xian held in the past.

As Prince Yong Xian’s laughter subsided, a dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed himself in the heart, taking his own life. This was the last shred of dignity Liu Wuxie granted Prince Yong Xian, the previous Emperor's brother.

Prince Yong Xian's corpse fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. When the current Emperor walked over, he sighed after seeing Prince Yong Xian's shattered remains.

"Someone, take him back and give him a state funeral!" the Emperor ordered. As Prince Yong Xian's nephew, he wished to grant him a dignified funeral.

The farce ended as Liu Wuxie descended from the sky, landing before Xu Yilin.

"Greetings, father- and mother-in-law," Liu Wuxie said with a bow. In the eyes of others, he was a monstrous prodigy, the Heavenly Dao Society's ruler, an elite elder of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and the Treasure Pill Peak's chief alchemist.

But in the Xu Clan, he was merely a humble son-in-law. He would've starved on the streets long ago if not for the Xu Clan and Xu Yilin.

"Good! Good! Good!" Xu Yilin exclaimed as he gave Liu Wuxie a tight hug, and this was a heartwarming sight.

"As expected of my big brother's son. You've exceeded all my expectations," Xu Yilin said and examined Liu Wuxie. It had been two years since they had last met, and Liu Wuxie had grown taller and more muscular, looking more like Liu Wuxie’s father from Xu Yilin’s memory.

"Master!" Hu Shi came forward and knelt before Liu Wuxie.

"Rise," Liu Wuxie said with a nod. Hu Shi had also grown during the past two years and had become an important figure in the Xu Clan. Under his management, the Xu Clan’s weapons workshop was thriving like never before.

"Song Ling, come over!" Liu Wuxie waved his hand at Song Ling, who ran over eagerly. Xu Yilin had returned to the clan with everyone, giving Liu Wuxie space.

"Go back to your clan and visit them. I have written instructions for you here, and you can take these pills with you," Liu Wuxie said, handing Song Ling a sealed envelope along with several bottles of pills.

"Thank you, Big Brother!" Song Ling's excitement was evident. After bidding farewell to everyone, he vanished into the horizon like a comet.

Everyone who was once classmates with Song Ling was left behind in envy.

It didn't take long before the entourage returned to the Imperial Capital. The teahouses and taverns buzzed with tales of recent events, especially storytellers who painted Liu Wuxie as a deity.

The patrons were captivated by the story. Though many people were present at the scene, they couldn't clearly see the entire fight. However, the storyteller's dramatized accounts brought the fight to life in greater detail.

Fan Zhen had returned to the Imperial Academy, and Liu Wuxie had also assigned him tasks to select promising talents, particularly those who had once supported Liu Wuxie. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Liu Wuxie had many friends in the class he once attended, such as Li Shengsheng, Chen Qilin, and Zhao Cheng. He planned to take them all into the cultivation world.

His trust was limited to a few, and he needed loyal allies as the Heavenly Dao Society continued growing.

All the teachers and the current headmaster were gathered in Fan Zhen's preserved courtyard. Many disciples were outside the courtyard, as this was a potential turning point in their lives.

Students of Class Seven were also gathered, led by Li Shengsheng.

"Senior Brother Li, do you think Senior Brother Liu will take us to the cultivation world?" Chen Qilin had grown much taller and had a robust figure. He stood like a lion, giving off a powerful aura.

"We can only wait for the news. It's best if we can enter the cultivation world, but don't be disheartened if we can't. This only proves that we're not hardworking enough," Li Shengsheng said, comforting everyone.