Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 744 - Kneel!

Time passed swiftly, and it was already dusk. Everyone waited anxiously outside, curious how long Liu Wuxie could last in the devil chamber.

When the final corpse fell to the ground, an eerie silence descended upon the battlefield. The burly soldier began to approach Liu Wuxie with each footstep, making his heart pound.

He held a crimson head in his left hand, a sinister grin playing on his lips. The stench of blood wafted from his breath, so close that Liu Wuxie could feel it curl around him like a choking fog. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, time seemed to freeze.

The soldier lifted the head and waved it before Liu Wuxie, and the lifeless expression of the decapitated head was etched in Liu Wuxie's mind. One could imagine the pain the victim had endured before death.

Liu Wuxie had been fighting back the urge to vomit, and his eyes snapped open into a sharp focus, piercing into the soldier. At this moment, his eyes were cold and emotionless, as if the mighty Immortal Emperor had returned. His dao heart had transformed under the immense pressure.

He felt as though he had been reborn, shedding the shell of his past and emerging as someone new. From then on, he was no longer the mighty Immortal Emperor but Liu Wuxie.

A long galaxy appeared before Liu Wuxie—a vivid representation of the journey he had tread. The path ahead was misty, and he couldn't see where it led him.

"If there's no path ahead, I'll carve one with my hands!" Liu Wuxie declared, and the soldier before him exploded into countless laws and vanished. The laws in the devil chamber had been severed by Liu Wuxie, and the surroundings became clear once more.

When Liu Wuxie stood up, he realized the surroundings were unchanged. There was no blood, no battlefield—only the faint chill of the chamber and his body drenched in cold sweat. The horrors he had just endured were gone, leaving behind nothing but silence.

"What a powerful impact on the dao heart!" Liu Wuxie murmured. The devil chamber was too terrifying, and the trial here was too frightening. When he emerged from the devil chamber, he felt like he had weights lifted off his shoulders. His dao heart had transformed, and he was now like a sword, ready to cut through any obstacle.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Liu Wuxie emerging from the devil chamber. They could sense that Liu Wuxie's strength had undergone a drastic transformation after the four trials.

If they had been the ones to enter the devil chamber, they would have been plagued by nightmares for a lifetime, unable to fathom any improvement in their cultivation.

On the contrary, Liu Wuxie kept tempering himself with the four trials, and a cold smirk rose on his lips when he glanced at Liu Po.

"Instructor Liu, you've lost!" Liu Wuxie said. He didn't hold back as he was nearly lashed by the cane, and he still had the resentment pent up in his heart.

"I will notify the clan that you will have free access to the clan from now on, and you will also enjoy the privileges as first-tier disciples," Liu Po said. He couldn't help feeling a sting on his cheek as he recalled the scene from earlier that day. He couldn't believe a junior had utterly crushed him.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Liu Wuxie had won by luck, but Liu Wuxie had won by utterly defeating Liu Po, making everyone uncomfortable. After all, Liu Wuxie's performance made everyone feel like their years of cultivation had gone down the drain compared to him.

Liu Wuxie was barely twenty, while the other disciples' ages ranged from fifteen to thirty. Although Liu Wuxie's cultivation was mediocre among them, no one dared to underestimate him.

"So what, even if he has won? I can easily crush him with one hand," sneered a disciple in the Nascent Transformation Realm. The first trial only tested brute strength, which didn't represent the cultivation as they couldn't channel their true essence. Who would fight with their physique with no true essence in a life-and-death battle?

Liu Wuxie ignored the surrounding voices and left the martial field with Liu Xing and Liu Yue.

"Hold it right there!" A youth stopped the trio.

"Liu Jiahuai, what are you trying to do here? Why are you standing in our way?" Liu Xing roared. This person was Instructor Liu Po's student, and it was clear why he had stepped forward: he wanted to teach Liu Wuxie a lesson on behalf of Liu Po.

"That brat humiliated Instructor Liu Po, and I naturally have to stand up for him as his student," Liu Jiahuai said. He didn't even bother concealing his objective.

The other disciples were about to leave when they heard the commotion and stood to watch.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me how I can leave?" Liu Wuxie looked at Liu Jiahuai with a smile, but there was a sharp glint flashing in the depth of his eyes. Did these people think he was a pushover by trying to oppress him time and time again? If not for the fact that they were all disciples of the Liu Clan, he would've acted long ago.

But because his father was the acting patriarch, he had no choice but to hold back. He didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to his father. But, if they forced his hand, he wouldn't mind killing them even if they were disciples of the Liu Clan.

He wouldn't mind leaving the Liu Clan if worse came to worst. So what if the Liu Clan was one of the Four Great Clans? His goal was to stand at the pinnacle of this continent.

"Kneel and apologize to Instructor Liu Po!" Liu Jiahuai's gaze pierced into Liu Wuxie, demanding his submission.

"That's right, kneel and apologize!" The other disciples stepped out, trying to force Liu Wuxie to apologize.

"You think the likes of you can make me kneel?" Liu Wuxie sneered. Though his cultivation hadn't advanced since morning, his combat prowess had grown significantly; his physique had strengthened, his soul energy had become more refined, and his dao heart had reached perfection.

"Big Brother Wuxie, you go first while I hold them off!" Liu Xing said. He was confident these people wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

"Leave? Dream on! You three will go down on your knees today!" Liu Jiahuai sneered as he advanced toward Liu Wuxie. He was at the first level of the Nascent Transformation Realm and one of the best students of Liu Po. Two were in the second level, while the others were mainly at the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm, not inferior to Liu Xing in terms of cultivation.

Everyone in the surroundings gloated, and no one intervened, including Liu Po. At this moment, Liu Po's expression was twisted and looked sinister. After all, losing to Liu Wuxie was a disgrace to him, and his authority as an instructor would be affected if he allowed Liu Wuxie to leave today.

However, as an instructor, he wouldn't personally act against Liu Wuxie. If he did, he would become a laughingstock among the instructors. After all, most instructors asserted dominance over newcomers, like what he had done with Liu Wuxie, but it would be different if he took matters into his own hands.

"For what you said earlier, I'll cripple one of your arms!" Liu Wuxie said with murderous intent erupting from him, sweeping up the dust on the ground.

"Brat, I'll teach you a lesson today. So what if you have a powerful physique? You still have to kneel before me!" Liu Jiahuai struck with his palm at Liu Wuxie.

Despite being at the same cultivation level, Liu Jiahuai was stronger than Chou Ba. The latter was only a mercenary who had luckily made a breakthrough in his cultivation.

On the other hand, Liu Jiahuai had been receiving the Liu Clan's resources since he was young because he was talented. He practiced a formidable palm technique. When he attacked, his palm strike was accompanied by rumbling lightning, scaring Liu Yue into hiding behind Liu Xing.

"This kid is doomed. Liu Jiahuai might only be in the first level of the Nascent Transformation Realm, but his strength is more terrifying than what it seems on the surface," the crowd exclaimed. They were curious how Liu Wuxie would deal with this attack.

"If the acting patriarch's son kneels before us, let's see how he still has the cheek to manage the clan after that," sneered the disciples from Liu Xiaotian's faction. In their opinion, Liu Wuxie's defeat was inevitable against Liu Jiahuai.

The palm hurled toward Liu Wuxie at blinding speed, and the other instructors could do nothing to stop it. After all, conflict wasn't restricted within the clan as long as no lives were lost; even the patriarch couldn't intervene.

After all, competition would only promote improvement among the disciples. As the murderous intent approached, Liu Wuxie remained calm, which shocked everyone.

"Hahaha! Is he frozen in fear? He's scared that he doesn't dare to move!" A burst of laughter came from the surroundings. They would've retaliated long ago if it were someone else in his position.

Aside from Liu Xing, everyone wore concern on their faces, and Liu Jiahuai's palm reached in the blink of an eye. Just when the palm was about to reach Liu Wuxie's face, he finally moved by lashing out with a front kick.

The trajectory of his kick was unpredictable, and Liu Jiahuai's palm was frozen in mid-air as he felt a searing pain coming from his abdomen. The wrenching pain made him scream, and he was sent flying, his body arched like a shrimp. Drawing a graceful arc, Liu Jiahuai flew like a broken kite and fell to the ground.

It wasn't Liu Wuxie who knelt but Liu Jiahuai, who clutched his abdomen and writhed in pain. The surroundings fell into silence, and those who had mocked Liu Wuxie earlier widened their mouths with disbelief.

"How could this be?!" The disciples who laughed earlier all looked dumbfounded.

"He used a sneak attack!" Everyone believed that Liu Wuxie had won because he had caught Liu Jiahuai by surprise. Only a few managed to see the trajectory of Liu Wuxie's kick.

The kick was executed at the right time, just before Liu Jiahuai's palm was about to reach him. If Liu Wuxie had unleashed his kick earlier, he would've missed his kick. If he were one second late, he would’ve been struck by Liu Jiahuai.

Liu Po wore a grave expression at this sight. Though the other disciples couldn't see anything, instructors like him could tell Liu Wuxie's powerful combat talent. If he was fighting Liu Wuxie, his only option to win was to rely on his cultivation.

Liu Jiahuai writhed in pain for a long time before he got back on his feet, only to realize that his dantian was covered in cracks. While he wasn't crippled, the cracks on his dantian meant he would never be able to make progress in his cultivation, and his cultivation might even regress to the Astral River Realm.

"I'll kill you!" Liu Jiahuai roared like a mad dog as he got up from the ground and retrieved his weapon, charging at Liu Wuxie. His rationale had been consumed by rage.