Desolate Devouring Art

A curtain of black sword aura blanketed the sky as time rapidly slipped away from Liu Wuxie.

"Madman, are you still not going to act? Are you really going to let him die?" the old man beside Elder Madman urged, anxiety thick in his voice.

"No rush. He won't die," Elder Madman said with a grin. Ever since reaching the Heaven Profound Realm and untying the knot in his heart, he had grown much more carefree.

The old man shook his head. Since Elder Madman had refused to intervene, he could only keep watching.

The Heretic Blade slammed into the black curtain repeatedly, but it couldn't break through the Ancient God-Demon Sword, which brimmed with ancient laws. Only Heaven Profound Realm cultivators could tear it apart.

Liu Wuxie learned from Han Shanzi that the Black Plume Pavilion once belonged to the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Though they refused to return to the Astral Domain, they retained access to its secret techniques.

The Ancient God-Demon Sword was one of such art.

Power descended from the heavens and reinforced the technique. The curtain of sword aura expanded, forming a prison that sealed Liu Wuxie in place.

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The technique exceeded the limits of the True Martial Continent. The surrounding space shattered, and shockwaves spread outward. The sword aura devoured buildings as though a black hole had consumed them.

"Kill him! Kill him!" the Scarlet Dragon Cult disciples shouted, urging the shadowy figure to finish Liu Wuxie.

Members of the Profound Cloud Sect and the Five Elemental Sect quickly joined the chant. They knew their only hope of survival was in Liu Wuxie's death.

The situation grew dire as even the Great Five Elemental Palm failed to break the Ancient God-Demon Sword.