Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 866 - Five Ghost Murderous Sword

Liu Wuxie remained indifferent to the crowd's ridicule. The best way to respond to their mockery was to prove them wrong, delivering a resounding slap.

The tension in the air thickened, especially among the White Dragon Peak's disciples, who harbored deep hatred toward Liu Wuxie.

"I heard that the White Dragon Peak's Qi Yang has been looking for him, trying to find the whereabouts of the spiritual rice. He's dead now that he's back," whispered a group of disciples who had a good relationship with the White Dragon Peak.

"Qi Yang probably won't get the chance to kill him as he will die here," said a White Dragon Peak's disciple, and his words drew laughter from the surroundings.

Liu Wuxie turned to look at the White Dragon Peak's disciples coldly. The jeers meant nothing to him, but what caught his attention was the mention of Qi Yang's name.

"Liu Wuxie, prepare to die!" Ning Hai roared as he charged forward, executing a powerful punch directed at Liu Wuxie's chest. He was like a fleeting shadow and appeared before Liu Wuxie before the latter could react.

Ning Hai had honed his Phantom Shift to lesser mastery, showcasing his proficiency. However, it was still merely a martial art, falling short when compared to a spatial technique. A true Dao technique had long surpassed the confines of conventional combat methods.

Liu Wuxie didn't evade the incoming attack, allowing it to land on him.

When the punch struck Liu Wuxie's chest, a shockwave spread out. But Liu Wuxie remained unmoved, standing firm as though nothing had happened.

"This..." The onlookers were stunned, their disbelief evident. Even cultivators at the lower levels of the Spirit Profound Realm would have been forced back by such an attack. Yet, Liu Wuxie had taken it head-on, emerging completely unscathed.

"It's my turn now!" Liu Wuxie clenched his fist and struck out. He didn't rely on tricks or techniques—just raw, overwhelming force, meeting power with power in the most direct exchange.

This was because Liu Wuxie didn't want to reveal his actual cultivation; he wanted to kill Ning Hai based on his physique alone.

Ning Hai couldn't dodge in time as he was too close to Liu Wuxie, taking the full force of the punch straight on his shoulder.

When the fist landed, Ning Hai felt like his bones were cracking up. If not for the Golden Silk Armor, he would've been killed by the punch alone.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood even after negating seventy percent of the punch. He flew out and fell to the ground with blood trickling down his lips. His condition was an exact mirror of what had happened to Liu Feng.

"That's impossible! How could he be so strong? He just sent someone at the ninth-level True Profound Realm flying with one punch!" Those who had mocked Liu Wuxie earlier were dumbfounded, as this was beyond anything they had imagined.

"It has to be a fluke! Ning Hai must've been careless!" They could only attribute Liu Wuxie's success to Ning Hai's carelessness. Under normal circumstances, Liu Wuxie shouldn't have been able to land such a clean hit on Ning Hai.

Ning Hai staggered, his face contorted with rage. His disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes made him look like a frenzied beast, seething with hatred as he took slow, deliberate steps toward Liu Wuxie.

"Liu Wuxie, I'll tear you apart!" Ning Hai roared. A longsword appeared in his hand, and he charged at Liu Wuxie once again.

Strangely, Liu Wuxie remained motionless, making no effort to evade. His calm demeanor sent a ripple of unease through the crowd.

The sword inched closer, its sharp edge gleaming ominously. Liu Feng clenched his fists, anxious but unwilling to speak, fearing he might disrupt Liu Wuxie's focus.

Just as the blade was about to reach him, Liu Wuxie took a single step forward. A terrifying aura exploded from his body, sending a forceful shockwave outward.

The impact knocked Ning Hai's sword off course, causing it to veer slightly and graze past Liu Wuxie instead of striking true.

Right then, Liu Wuxie raised his fist and punched Ning Hai's left shoulder again. This time, the Golden Silk Armor shattered upon impact, and Ning Hai let out a piercing scream without its protection.

Ning Hai fell to the ground once more, with blood gushing out from the left side of his chest, exposing his bones.

A collective gasp echoed from the surroundings around the Astral Moon Valley. This wasn't the first time, as they could take a deep breath whenever Liu Wuxie threw out a punch.

The pain was agonizing, and being struck in the same spot twice in a row was worse than death itself.

Liu Wuxie had merely relied on his aura to divert Ning Hai's sword.

Ning Hai staggered to his feet, his breath ragged and uneven. His teeth clenched as he glared at Liu Wuxie, his eyes burning with venomous malice. He gave his injured left arm a feeble shake, but the shattered bones rendered it nearly useless. Though battered, he was far from defeated.

"Liu Wuxie, you forced my hand!" Ning Hai raised his right hand.

For someone at the pinnacle of the True Profound Realm, it was impressive that Ning Hai could comprehend the profundity of a Dao technique.

However, a cold smirk rose on Liu Wuxie's lips at this scene. It was a joke that Ning Hai dared to use such a low-leveled Dao technique against him.

"Five Ghost Murderous Sword!" A wailing scream echoed from the surroundings, with the temperatures plummeting. Shortly after, a boundless chilling wind swept over.

This Dao technique didn't originate from the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy. Ning Hai had likely obtained it during his training outside the academy—perhaps from ancient ruins, or maybe he had plundered it from another cultivator.

Ghostly howls echoed in the chilling wind, accompanied by blurred grey figures. Ning Hai's ability to manifest the five ghosts indicated that he had poured significant effort into this technique.

The true power of this technique was the five ghosts. They could not only bewitch the mind but also induce fear in opponents.

As the eerie wind howled, Liu Wuxie remained still with an unchanged expression. He had executed Ghost Eye to look through the illusions, locking onto the Five Ghost Murderous Sword's core.

Ning Hai had vanished into the shadows, merging entirely into his technique. Four ghostly figures were standing around him, and he was the fifth.

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"What a terrifying technique!" The surrounding disciples gasped collectively. The Five Ghost Murderous Sword was a rare technique that required absorbing ghostly energy to be fully unleashed.

If Liu Wuxie had guessed correctly, Ning Hai had likely ventured into an ancient battlefield to absorb vast deathly energy to master this move.

"Liu Wuxie is in real danger now. This technique is infused with the power of a Dao technique. Even ordinary Spirit Profound Realm cultivators would struggle to withstand it," someone murmured from the crowd, their voice tinged with unease.

Liu Wuxie's ability to execute a Dao technique in the True Profound Realm was enough to surpass his peers.

Liu Feng was worried. He wished he could rush forward and take the attack on Liu Wuxie's behalf, fearing for his safety. However, he was unaware that a Dao technique of this level was ineffective against Liu Wuxie.

As the five ghosts surged toward him, an invisible force attempted to lock Liu Wuxie in place.

"Ning Hai, this should be your strongest attack. I'll make sure you die without regrets today!" Liu Wuxie didn't have to use a Dao technique to deal with someone at the True Profound Realm, not wanting to reveal his secrets.

Liu Wuxie advanced instead of retreating against the five ghosts with shocking confidence. He relied on his fist again and didn't use the Golden Flame Strike.

If he used the Golden Flame Strike, the entire Astral Moon Valley would be leveled to the ground, and all the ordinary disciples in the area would be caught in the crossfire.

He secretly summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and absorbed all of the surging yin energy. As he had long grasped both yin and yang energies, the yin energy was a source of nourishment to him.

Liu Wuxie grabbed one of the incoming ghosts by the neck, preventing it from taking another step forward. All the incoming sword auras had vanished, transformed into yin energy absorbed by him.

This display shocked Ning Hai. After Liu Wuxie destroyed one of the five ghosts, their number was reduced to four.

The sheer terror creeping into Ning Hai's heart unsettled him, and an ominous premonition took root in his mind. If this attack failed, Liu Wuxie would undoubtedly kill him.

Liu Wuxie ignored the incoming sword auras, allowing them to strike his body. The sword aura couldn't even tear apart his defenses, not to mention penetrate his body.

"He's too strong! Is he really at the Nascent Transformation Realm?"

As Liu Wuxie had purposely concealed his cultivation at the seventh-level Nascent Transformation Realm, only those at the Earth Profound Realm could look through his actual cultivation.

Everyone was shocked again, this time by Liu Wuxie's powerful physique.

Two ghosts lunged at Liu Wuxie, their claws reaching for his neck, attempting to devour his primordial spirit.

"Get lost!"

Liu Wuxie waved his hand and dispersed them into the mist.

The ghostly energy began to wane, unable to sustain its form. Desperation flashed in Ning Hai's eyes as he struggled to control the sword aura, attempting to reverse the situation.

"Ning Hai is in danger now!" Those who had supported Ning Hai earlier were no longer optimistic about him due to the overwhelming power displayed by Liu Wuxie.

"Break!" The sword aura converged into an ocean around Liu Wuxie, who collapsed with a punch and would continue whenever it gathered again.

Liu Wuxie toyed around with Ning Hai like a cat playing with a mouse. If possible, Liu Wuxie could easily kill Ning Hai with one punch, but it would make him seem too monstrous.

Only Ning Hai remained out of the five ghosts, as the other four had vanished. Their yin energy had all been turned into nourishment for Liu Wuxie.

An open area appeared at the battlefield's center as Ning Hai held onto the longsword, looking uncertain and lost. He couldn't accept that his Dao technique was shattered so effortlessly.

Ning Hai wouldn't have felt so humiliated if Liu Wuxie had countered with an ultimate technique. But from start to finish, Liu Wuxie had remained calm and composed, never exerting overwhelming force—yet he had still effortlessly shattered Ning Hai's dao technique.

Only now did Ning Hai realize his grave mistake. He finally realized that Liu Wuxie could have easily killed him back at the Mission Hall, and a flicker of regret crossed his face.

However, it was too late to turn back now, and they had reached the point of no return—only one of them could leave this place alive.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng was finally at ease. He hadn't expected Liu Wuxie to be so terrifying, but he was also happy for his younger cousin.

"Ning Hai, our battle is over if this is the extent of your strength," Liu Wuxie said. He had no intention of continuing and planned to conclude the battle with Ning Hai's death.

He still had other matters to attend to: returning to the Southern Province to deal with the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's affairs and preparing to bring Fan Zhen and Song Ling over. He planned to let them lead the vanguard, allowing the Heavenly Dao Society to establish a foothold in Central Plains.

He would need his strength in the coming days, as prolonged battles could put him at a disadvantage. With that in mind, he wasted no time. The moment he finished preparing, he moved—leaving only an afterimage in his wake.

Before Ning Hai could react, Liu Wuxie had already appeared before him.

"So fast!" Ning Hai finally realized that Liu Wuxie had never been fighting at full strength right from the beginning.