Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 1083 - Slaying the Ghost King

Even though the sects deployed so many powerful cultivators, none of them succeeded in killing Liu Wuxie. Their collective failure eventually caught the attention of a Heaven Profound Realm expert.

Once a Heaven Profound Realm expert intervened, no one could possibly contend with them.

After the Light Talisman suppressed most of the Yin-Faced Ghosts, Liu Wuxie seized Tian Wucang and bolted without hesitation.

With Ghost Eye temporarily unusable, Liu Wuxie dared not linger. Their only hope was to escape the forest before a Heaven Profound Realm expert could join the fray.

The Ghosthead Mountain was unimaginably vast. As long as they could shake off both ghost and human pursuers, they could still find safety within it.

They raced desperately through the thickening miasma, unsure of how much distance they had covered.

Tian Wucang's face turned pale. The Detoxifying Pill resisted some of the toxic miasma, but the poison still seeped into his body.

"Brother Liu, go on without me. I-I don't think I can hold on much longer," Tian Wucang said, his expression grim. He knew full well that if the poison reached his heart meridians, death would be inevitable.

Liu Wuxie sensed it, too. The poison was far more potent than expected. Fortunately, the moment the toxins entered his system, they were devoured by the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, nourishing his Poison Dao Art.

However, Tian Wucang wasn't so fortunate. Without cultivating the Poison Dao Art, he had no way to neutralize the poison.

"Give me your hand," Liu Wuxie said, extending his right palm.

Tian Wucang hesitated but eventually raised his left hand.

As soon as their hands touched, Liu Wuxie activated the Desolate Devouring Art and drew the toxins from Tian Wucang's meridians.

Thankfully, the poison had yet to invade his heart meridians. It was still clinging only to the outer channels, making it so much easier for Liu Wuxie to remove compared to when he treated his grandfather.

"Brother Liu, don't!" Tian Wucang tried to pull away.

"Relax. I cultivate the Poison Dao Art, and this level of poison won't harm me. If anything, it'll only strengthen my technique," Liu Wuxie said with a faint smile.

Everything they experienced together deepened their bond. They were no longer mere companions; they had become true friends and could entrust their lives to one another.

Liu Wuxie didn't care that Tian Wucang carried abyssal devil blood. In his view, humans were no less cunning or treacherous than devils.

Just then, a surge of Yin-Faced Ghosts closed in from all sides. The air grew oppressive as the ghosts bared their claws and fangs, unleashing terrifying waves of ghostly energy.

One after another, ghost faces materialized in the mist, each one projected by a Yin-Faced Ghost.

However, Liu Wuxie paid them no mind. He fixed his gaze on a single figure in the distance—a green-furred Yin-Faced Ghost roughly five hundred meters away.

"A Ghost King," Liu Wuxie muttered, eyes narrowing.

He knew that creature was directing the swarm of ghosts. If he could slay the Ghost King, the rest would scatter. As for the human cultivators, he wasn't concerned about them. They, too, would have to contend with the ghost swarm.

"Brother Tian, how long can you hold out?" Liu Wuxie asked, already preparing himself for battle. He understood that unless they slew the Ghost King, they would never escape this relentless siege.

A Heaven Profound expert could arrive soon, and it made their situation even more dire. If that were to happen, there would be no escaping by then.

He had to end this quickly and find the Barefooted Elder to put an end to this ordeal once and for all.

"Fifteen minutes," Tian Wucang replied after a short pause, steadying his breathing.

"Good," Liu Wuxie said calmly. "I'll finish this within that time."

He had already expended his Light Talisman. Now, he would have to rely solely on his strength.

Without another word, Liu Wuxie shot forward like a comet, vanishing in a flash as he charged straight toward the Ghost King.

He unleashed explosive force that blasted aside any Yin-Faced Ghosts in his way. He didn't spare a single moment fighting them.

As Liu Wuxie dashed ahead, the ghost swarm closed in on Tian Wucang. Gripping his spear tightly, he fought with all his might, skewering ghost after ghost while struggling to hold his ground.

Meanwhile, the Ghost King remained motionless. It gazed at Liu Wuxie with a look of utter disdain, unshaken by the sight of him closing in.

Its cultivation had reached the high levels of the Earth Profound Realm—no wonder it appeared so confident, dismissing Liu Wuxie's approach without fear.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie roared.

The Heretic Blade cleaved down, unleashing the Origin Blade Art. A terrifying surge of blade energy ripped through space, tearing apart ancient trees and boulders alike.

The Ghost King's face finally changed, and disbelief flashed in its eyes. It couldn't comprehend how someone merely at the seventh-level Spirit Profound Realm could unleash such devastating power.

Since his breakthrough, Liu Wuxie's combat prowess underwent a drastic transformation. He was now many times stronger than before.

When he was only at the third-level Spirit Profound Realm, he could already slay fifth-level Earth Profound experts. Now, at the seventh level, killing those at the seventh or even eighth level of the Earth Profound Realm was no longer an issue.

The Ghost King staggered briefly, and then it vanished and reappeared, striking at Liu Wuxie with a palm containing ghostly energy. Instead of avoiding Liu Wuxie, it chose to fight head-on.

"Come!" Liu Wuxie growled. That was precisely what he wanted.

"Heavenly Dragon Seal! Great Dragon Aspect Art! Great Five Elemental Palm! Spatial Dao Art! Poison Dao Art! Death Dao Art! Frost Dao Art! Coiling Dragon!"

Liu Wuxie unleashed all his mastered dao techniques in one instant. He couldn't afford to hold back. He had to kill the Ghost King within fifteen minutes.

He couldn't allow Tian Wucang to die, not before finding the Barefooted Elder.

The Ghost King's face twisted in shock. It hadn't anticipated that Liu Wuxie had mastered so many high-level dao arts.

The moment those arts erupted, a powerful gale swept across the battlefield. The storm caught the Ghost King in its vortex, leaving it unable to dodge in time.

The Frost Dao Art froze the battlefield instantly, trapping weaker Yin-Faced Ghosts in ice before they could move.

The Spatial Dao sealed the air itself, drastically slowing the Ghost King's movement. Then, thousands of spectral needles from the Poison Dao pierce it.

Despite that, Liu Wuxie still couldn't kill it.

"Hehehe... You can't kill me!" the Ghost King cackled. It broke free of the frost and shattered the Spatial Dao Art's seal, tearing through the Five Elemental Palm as if it were paper.

The Death Dao failed, as ghosts neither age nor decay like mortals.

Liu Wuxie's eyes narrowed. He had unleashed many dao arts, and yet none could deal a lethal blow.

Ten minutes had already slipped by.

Not far away, Tian Wucang was being overwhelmed. Ghost claws were tearing at him as he struggled to hold the line.

Liu Wuxie's expression remained composed. He hadn't given up just yet.

The Ghost King had taken heavy damage. Its movements had become more erratic, and its ghostly body had visibly destabilized.

Liu Wuxie waited calmly, unmoving.

The Ghost King rushed in gleefully, howling with excitement.

"Such rich vital essence! Once I devour you, I'll ascend as a Ghost Emperor!" it screamed, and its distorted mouth was stretched wide in hunger.

"Annihilation Fist!" Liu Wuxie roared, unleashing the forbidden technique at the perfect moment.

He had been saving this killing move for quite a while now. Now that he had made a breakthrough into the seventh level of the Spirit Profound Realm, the backlash of Annihilation Fist had diminished. It no longer threatened his life, and he finally dared to use it freely.

The sky trembled, and the Ghost King froze. It was stunned. It believed Liu Wuxie had no more tricks, but Liu Wuxie activated the immortal rune hidden in his soul.

The Annihilation Fist sealed the surrounding space, ensuring that the Ghost King would have nowhere to run.

The Ghost King roared and hurled a punch to intercept the attacck.

When the two attacks collided, the Ghost King realized that it had made a mistake.

Too late.

The immortal rune erupted with divine power, flooding the sky in golden brilliance as its explosion obliterated everything around them.

Yin-Faced Ghosts vaporized under the divine light, leaving not even ashes behind.

This power didn't belong to the mortal realm.

Above Liu Wuxie, a rift was torn open in the sky. From it, a rain of golden light descended like judgement from heaven.

Outside the forest of toxic miasma, a Heaven Profound Realm expert felt the change in the heaven and the earth. He looked at the cracked sky, dread creeping into his soul.

"This aura... Liu Wuxie! What has he done?"

He had no idea that Liu Wuxie had awakened the immortal rune, calling upon power that defied the laws of this world.

"This is bad!" the Ghost King exclaimed in a panic, and it tried to retreat.

"Too late!" Liu Wuxie shouted coldly.

His fist, like a blazing comet, hurtled forward with impossible speed.

The Ghost King's instincts screamed danger, but its body couldn't keep up. The Ghost King reeled, caught entirely off guard.

"Human, you're courting death!" the Ghost King roared, its voice shrill and filled with rage.

The divine light pouring from the heavens sapped its strength, and the immortal rune's power was especially deadly to ghosts. Its form trembled under the pressure.

Just as a Yin-Faced Ghost lunged toward Tian Wucang, divine light surged forth and engulfed it, reducing it to nothingness in an instant.

Tian Wucang gasped, barely escaping death. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, the shock and terror still gripping him.

He looked up and saw Liu Wuxie suspended high in the air, like a deity tearing open the sky itself. Divine energy waves crashed down from above, forcing the remaining Yin-Faced Ghosts around Tian Wucang to scream in fear and scatter.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie roared.

He threw another devastating punch. This time, it landed true, shattering the Ghost King's body and sending ink-green blood flying in every direction.

Ghostly blood exploded and splattered across Liu Wuxie's face. A few droplets splashed into his eyes and scorched them with sharp, burning pain, but Liu Wuxie didn't flinch.

Without a moment's pause, he descended from the sky, grabbed Tian Wucang, and darted away in one fell swoop.

He could sense a terrifying presence—a Heaven Profound Realm expert—rushing toward their location. They had to leave now, or they wouldn't survive.

He knew too well that if they were to meet stumble upon someone at that level, escape would be impossible. Unbeknownst to him, his divine outburst had already exposed his location.

Even if he were to flee to the ends of the world, the divine sense of a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator would still track him down.