Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 433 - Massacre

The chamber fell silent, and neither of the four wanted to make a move.

"Liu Wuxie, you said only two people are in the central control system? This is unusual!" Feng Lie said after a brief pondering, sensing something was off.

The other two nodded because the Martial Hall had been managed by three elders, especially Elder Yi Xuan, who never left.

Liu Wuxie took a brush and paper to draw the portrait of the two elders he saw.

"Elder Yi Xuan isn't among them. No wonder!" Feng Lie's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

"Don't you find it unusual? Despite not being here, Elder Yi Xuan can't be unaware of the changes. This only means one possibility: Elder Yi Xuan had agreed to this." The youth on the right had a meticulous heart and instantly noticed many inconsistencies.

Liu Wuxie nodded because Elder Yi Xuan, proficient in spiritual arrays, had set up and constructed many spiritual arrays in the Martial Hall and the sect.

Thus, it was impossible for Elder Yi Xuan to remain unaware when someone manipulated the spiritual arrays.

This was like how Elder Wu Yang could sense it when Liu Wuxie had destroyed Han Xing and Kong Yan's array flags.

Time slowly passed, and if they didn't fight, more experts would come in, aiming to kill them all four to end the hell mode.

"What should we do now? We can't just sit here and do nothing!" The youth on the right became anxious because he didn't want to die there. If they had no choice, they could only kill Liu Wuxie to end the hell mode.

"I have no solution!" Feng Lie spread his arms apart, looking helpless. The atmosphere became tense as the four remained alert. There were only fifteen minutes left. They had to make the decision, or they would all die here.

“Liu Wuxie, why not hand over the stalactite essence? With it, we could advance to the Heavenly Phase Realm, which would enable us to break through the spiritual array and end this hell mode,” the youth on the right proposed. He aimed to use Liu Wuxie's essence to facilitate their own breakthrough.

Feng Lie’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. He hadn’t considered this approach before. The idea of resolving their current predicament and achieving the Heavenly Phase Realm in one move was both practical and enticing.

“The three of you are after my stalactite essence, aren’t you?” Liu Wuxie sneered. He knew that if these three reached the Heavenly Phase Realm, they’d eliminate him first to avoid the embarrassment of their scheme being exposed.

"Liu Wuxie, don't you want to leave this place? Do you think you can face us three by yourself?" a youth roared, trying to intimidate him into surrendering.

“I certainly want to leave this place alive, but I intend to do so on my own terms,” Liu Wuxie replied firmly. He was well aware of their intentions and wasn’t about to be deceived.

He had encountered too many instances of betrayal and backstabbing. Besides, time was limited, and how could they possibly reach the Heavenly Phase Realm during this time? They merely wanted him to hand over the stalactite essence before killing him.

"Liu Wuxie, don't blame us since you're courting death!" The youth on the right was the first to attack. Unlike Feng Lie, he didn't want to wait any longer because he had no favorable opinion of Liu Wuxie.

Feng Lie and the youth on the right didn't stop him, allowing him to kill Liu Wuxie.

The youth attacked with his sword like a viper, which was hard to defend against.

Feng Lie's group had chosen the deathmatch mode when they had entered the Martial Hall, and their hearts were brimming with murderous intent. They spent time discussing to understand the situation better.

"Someone like you wants to get the stalactite essence from me?" Murderous intent also rose in Liu Wuxie's heart. A fight was unavoidable because more people would come even if these three didn't fight.

Liu Wuxie knew he had no choice; he had to keep fighting and killing if he wanted to survive. These three initially pretended to be friendly to obtain the stalactite essence from him, but their true intentions were clear after he rejected their demands.

Those who picked the deathmatch mode weren't fools who would go easy on their opponents. They had been in the Martial Hall for over a day and killed several disciples.

They might've concealed their murderous intent well, but it couldn't escape Liu Wuxie's Ghost Eye.

The youth's sword shot out like a viper, spitting out venom. This was the first time Liu Wuxie had encountered such a vicious sword technique.

Time was pressing, and Liu Wuxie had to end the battle quickly by killing everyone, waiting for the spiritual array to collapse. After all, not many people would pick the deathmatch mode, and Liu Wuxie had already killed three people so far.

Performing the Sixth Fatality Form, Liu Wuxie sent the Heretic Blade flying from his hand, slicing the viper into eight segments that fell to the ground. Though it was also a spiritual treasure, the difference between it and the Heretic Blade was stark.

After fusing the Abyssal King's teeth, the Heretic Blade's quality neared that of xiantian treasures. With a xiantian spirit, Liu Wuxie could upgrade the Heretic Blade to a full xiantian treasure, but such spirits were exceedingly rare and difficult to find.

"This is bad!" The youth quickly retreated after losing his sword, while Feng Lie and the other youth exchanged shocked glances.

"Let's go!" Feng Lie shouted, and they charged at Liu Wuxie from two sides, increasing the pressure on him.

"You all deserve to die!" Feng Lie's attack was like roaring thunder, which placed immense pressure on Liu Wuxie. However, despite the heightened pressure, their attacks posed no real threat.

Liu Wuxie focused on Feng Lie, knowing that if he could eliminate him, the other two would fall easily. The Heavenly Dao Book opened, and the Soul Spear formed.

A black spear flew out silently, and Feng Lie let out a scream. He had witnessed Hou Ye's inexplicable death in the Mission Hall, but no one knew why Hou Ye had screamed.

Now, Feng Lie finally understood. The pain emanating from his soul was unimaginable. He rolled on the ground in agony, clutching his head. Despite biting his lips hard, he couldn't suppress the excruciating pain tearing through his soul.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie took the opportunity to unleash the Frost Finger, with four martial techniques forming a perfect link.

In the later stages of cultivation, a single technique was too simple and couldn't form effective attacks.

Feng Lie was torn apart, and his energy was devoured and stored in the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron for later use.

Liu Wuxie was waiting to enter the Celestial Spirit Cave, and the spiritual liquid he stored during the wait had formed into a lake in the cauldron.

The victory tilted to Liu Wuxie's side after killing Feng Lie. His blade descended, killing the youth on the left before using his palm to kill the youth on the right. With that, the battle had finally come to an end.

The two elders in the central control system couldn't hold it any longer and sent five people to kill Liu Wuxie this time. Things were becoming troublesome and getting out of control.

Liu Wuxie's eyes had become bloodshot after killing the three. His arrogant voice echoed in the chamber, "Come! Let me see what you have left!"

After killing the three, he collected their interspatial pouches. He needed an astronomical sum of resources to forge the Suppression Steles, but he had barely collected enough to forge the Wood Suppression Stele.

The surroundings began to shift, with Liu Wuxie vanishing and reappearing in another chamber. As he had predicted, four men and one woman stood before him, all wearing expressions of shock.

"Why were we teleported here?" The five split up and looked at each other cautiously.

"It's weird that we're in a group!" the youth on the left laughed. Although this was abnormal, he found it rather amusing.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie didn't waste time speaking this time and charged forward with the Heretic Blade. After all, he would still have to fight even if he wasted his time talking.

Many disciples would die in the Martial Hall yearly, but it was the first time for so many casualties. Most disciples who picked the deathmatch mode would concede at the very last moment, which was why the mortality rate was low despite the mode.

In simulation mode, opponents were simulated by spiritual arrays, ensuring no real deaths. However, once hell mode was activated, conceding was futile as the Martial Hall turned into a true battlefield.

"Die!" The five were enraged that Liu Wuxie attacked them without saying a word.

Liu Wuxie's odds of winning weren't high enough to face five opponents, and his blood soon dyed the ground red. He alternated between the Fatality Blade Art, Soul Forge Art, Frost Finger, and Primordial Astral Fist.

His five opponents weren't ordinary, and the woman even used a whip that was hard to defend against, striking Liu Wuxie's back and leaving behind a gash.

The other four were even stronger; two used swords, one used a blade, and the last used a spear.

Liu Wuxie's wounds continued to multiply as the battle raged on, but his five opponents were in no better condition; one had already lost the ability to fight after being struck by a Soul Spear.

"Why is he so hard to deal with?" one of them grumbled. After so long, everyone bore injuries, yet the outcome remained uncertain.

"He's a wolf!" the woman exclaimed, clutching her arm where a chunk of flesh had been sliced away, grimacing in pain.

The comparison was apt; Liu Wuxie resembled a ravenous wolf with a singular objective: their deaths. His eyes were bloodshot as he pounced on them again, sending chills down their spines.

They had never seen anyone so relentless, especially someone as wounded as Liu Wuxie. Despite his injuries, nothing seemed capable of halting his advance.

Raising the Primordial Astral Fist, a terrifying star appeared in the sky.

Meanwhile, Elder Yi Xuan had left the chamber for about an hour before returning. With so much time having passed, he expected the battle to be over. However, upon his return, he felt a tremor under his feet, and his face fell.