Desolate Devouring Art

No one had expected Liu Wuxie to retaliate all of a sudden.

The instant their fists collided, a shockwave blasted outward. The force shredded dead leaves into powder.

A sharp crack rang out as bones snapped in midair. Someone streaked across the air and smashed into the courtyard wall.

Liu Wuxie had sent the first attacker flying in an arc, and the latter smashed into the courtyard wall. He lay crumpled on the ground, broken, his life or death uncertain.

Hisses of disbelief erupted from the new disciples outside. They had just witnessed Liu Wuxie send a pinnacle Transcendent Realm cultivator flying with a single punch.

Tie Niu's eyes narrowed. The explosive force Liu Wuxie had displayed was far beyond the Heaven Profound Realm, closer to the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm itself.

The courtyard fell into silence.

Tie Niu stood at the first level of the Origin Conversion Realm, an inner disciple by right. Yet like many, he had chosen to linger outside, preferring to rule as an outer sect tyrant rather than sit at the bottom of the inner sect.

For years, he had been ruling through fear and violence.

Not long ago, someone had approached him with a lucrative offer—punish a certain newcomer in exchange for great rewards. Tie Niu had accepted without hesitation.

"Will you leave on your own, or must I throw you out?" Liu Wuxie asked coldly. Murderous intent surged from him like a tidal wave, sweeping over Tie Niu and his men.

With so many people watching, Tie Niu's reputation would shatter if he retreated.