Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 722 - Dark Spirit

Wang Rui's intention was clear—he wanted Liu Wuxie to escape while he bore the responsibility if the clan pursued the matter. He might be an illegitimate son, but the clan wouldn't dare to go too far against him.

"No one can leave today!" barked one of Wang Yue's servants, his voice filled with fury. If Liu Wuxie wasn't killed, how could the young master's dignity be preserved?

Suddenly, blood sprayed into the air, and the Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie's hand without warning. The two servants behind Wang Yue were decapitated before they could let out a scream, and their blood dyed Wang Yue's clothes red.

"Someone's dead!" Panicked cries came from the bystanders as the metallic stench of blood filled the air.

"You bastard! How dare you kill someone from the Wang Clan! Everyone, attack together and kill him!" The other few Nascent Transformation Realm cultivators from the Wang Clan were enraged by this sight.

Over thirty-odd people joined hands, unleashing a terrifying aura, making Liu Wuxie's hair flutter under the shockwave. Even Wang Rui couldn't control the situation anymore.

"A bunch of scraps!" Liu Wuxie swept a glance at the crowd with the Heretic Blade in his hand, and a cruel smile rose to his lips. Since the Wang Clan wanted to kill him, he wouldn't mind starting a massacre today.

Before his opponents could react, Liu Wuxie had already made his move. He didn't perform True Strike as it was far too destructive, and all thirty-odd of them would be turned into corpses if he executed it.

Instead, Liu Wuxie employed the Fatality Blade Art. He strode the Seven Dipper Steps and bypassed Wang Rui, pushing the latter out of the encirclement as this fight had nothing to do with him. Liu Wuxie didn't want to drag the siblings into this matter.

"It's the Fatality Blade Art! How does he know about our Liu Clan's Fatality Blade Art!" Liu Xing exclaimed, his face filled with shock. Beside him, his uncle shared the same disbelief.

The Fatality Blade Art was a secret of the Liu Clan, only taught to their direct descendants. But Liu Wuxie was performing it right before them.

It would be fine if Liu Wuxie were a member of the Liu Clan, but none of them could recognize him, nor had they seen him before.

"Do you think someone leaked out clan's blade technique?" Liu Xing muttered. There was a possibility of that happening as no one could quickly achieve such mastery in the Fatality Blade Art.

"That's impossible! Only the Liu Clan's bloodline can execute the Fatality Blade Art. So it's futile even if this blade technique is leaked as it has been long intertwined with our bloodline," the middle-aged man said, shaking his head. He knew more than Liu Xing, and no one could grasp the Fatality Blade Art to such mastery even if it were leaked, as it was impossible for them to comprehend the essence.

Amidst the battlefield, Liu Wuxie was like a shadow that weaved through the thirty-odd opponents. Whenever the Heretic Blade descended, he would leave new wounds on his opponents.

The ground was soon painted red with blood, but the injuries they suffered weren't deep. Liu Wuxie was only giving them a warning that he could easily take their lives if he wanted.

In less than three breaths, the ground was littered with people from the Wang Clan, wailing in pain. All thirty-odd of them clutched their wounds with an unsightly expression on their faces.

Every one of them had suffered injuries aside from Wang Yue, and their clothes were dyed in their blood.

Meanwhile, Liu Wuxie stood still, giving off an oppressive aura.

"How is it possible for him to defeat so many people?" The bystanders were baffled. They couldn't comprehend how Liu Wuxie accomplished such a feat.

Just moments ago, many in the crowd had mocked Liu Wuxie for his impudence in confronting the Wang Clan by himself. But it now looked like Liu Wuxie had the qualification to be arrogant.

Wang Yue was barely holding himself back. He was tempted to attack several times, but his rationale had stopped him. He knew it would be tough for him to defeat Liu Wuxie.

"Get lost! Don't let me see any of you again!" Liu Wuxie roared angrily and turned away, walking away down the street. The teleportation array wouldn't be open until dawn, and he had to wait until morning to leave Prosper City.

"You think you can leave unscathed after injuring my Wang Clan's disciples?" A voice boomed like rumbling thunder as ten-odd people flew over, unleashing their aura to seal off the entire street.

The Wang Clan's experts had arrived, and they were all in the high levels of the Nascent Transformation Realm. How could they possibly let Liu Wuxie leave?

Wang Linshuang's expression darkened as he surveyed the injured Wang Clan disciples sprawled across the ground, groaning in pain. While the Wang Clan had faced provocations in Prosper City before, it was unheard of for someone like Liu Wuxie to brazenly humiliate them in this manner.

Liu Wuxie stopped and turned to look at the new arrivals. His gaze shifted to the man who had spoken: Wang Linshuang, the current patriarch of the Wang Clan, who was also the father of Wang Yue and Wang Rui.

"Coming after the lackeys are defeated? Why doesn't your Wang Clan send everyone out at once?" Liu Wuxie didn't want to waste time with these people, and he wouldn't mind performing the Annihilation Fist, igniting his Imperial Emperor's will to eliminate everyone at once. After all, he was running out of patience for them to come out one at a time.

"What arrogance!" an elder of the Wang Clan shouted. To him, Liu Wuxie's words were simply outrageous, and he couldn't comprehend how someone in the Astral River Realm could be so arrogant.

"I have the right to be arrogant. If your Wang Clan continues to act without distinguishing right from wrong, then there's no need for the Wang Clan to exist in Prosper City any longer," Liu Wuxie said. He wasn't boasting as he was confident no one could stop him if he wanted to escape. But after his escape, he would become the Wang Clan's neverending nightmare.

Though the Wang Clan was Wang Rui's clan, Liu Wuxie wouldn't hesitate to kill everyone.

"What insolence!" another elder sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Do you think the Wang Clan has stood strong in Prosper City for centuries without reason? A mere child like you dares claim you can sever our lineage?"

Their Wang Clan wouldn't be intimidated by Liu Wuxie's threats, and they had weathered many storms.

"Why don't you come and give it a try?" Liu Wuxie asked, his eyes glinting with a hint of madness. He needed pressure, and he wouldn't mind killing everyone if the Wang Clan courted death. He could rely on their pressure to help him make a breakthrough to the eighth level of the Astral River Realm, which would increase his chance of killing them.

"Father, this is not what you think! There's been a misunderstanding!" Wang Rui knelt before Wang Linshuang and recounted the entire incident, including how Liu Wuxie had saved his life back in Genflame Mountain Range.

Wang Linshuang frowned upon hearing that, and many of the bystanders had a hint of disdain in their eyes. They naturally knew what kind of person Wang Yue was, and he had also offended many people in Prosper City throughout the years.

Yet, no one would’ve expected Wang Yue to provoke someone like Liu Wuxie.

In the cultivation world, it was the survival of the strongest. If Liu Wuxie had been an ordinary person, he would've already been reduced to a corpse by now, and no one would care about his death.

But who could've thought Liu Wuxie would defeat all of the experts sent by the Wang Clan and even kill Wang Yue's servants?

"Second Young Master, mind your words," said an elder firmly, aligning himself with Wang Yue's faction. "Master Wang Yue is our future patriarch, and what this brat has done is a direct challenge to the entire Wang Clan. Think carefully before you speak." His veiled threat made it clear that siding with Liu Wuxie would isolate Wang Rui from the clan's protection.

"Hahaha..." Liu Wuxie laughed, his tone dripping with derision. Everyone could hear the disdain in his voice for the Wang Clan, including Wang Linshuang and the other Wang Clan's elders.

"Boy, what's so funny?" the elder questioned.

"I'm laughing at how ignorant, foolish, and stupid you people are!" Liu Wuxie replied. His words struck like daggers that ignited the Wang Clan.

After hearing Liu Wuxie's words, an outburst of laughter came from the surroundings. They began to wonder if Liu Wuxie had gone insane as his action was no different from offending the Wang Clan to the point of no reconciliation.

"You're dead!" That elder said, trembling in anger. He knew Liu Wuxie's words would spread throughout Prosper City, becoming a stain on the Wang Clan's reputation. In the future, if anyone mentioned the Wang Clan, they would only remember what Liu Wuxie said.

"Uncle, should we intervene? We must find out how he knows our Fatality Blade Art," Liu Xing said anxiously.

"No hurry," the middle-aged man replied. He had a feeling Liu Wuxie had some secrets about him, and there must be a reason why he dared to say such words that would only offend the Wang Clan.

"I ought to kill you, but you saved Rui'er's life. If you don't explain what you said earlier, no one can save you, not even if you saved Rui'er's life!" Wang Linshuang growled, his tone cold. He acknowledged Liu Wuxie's favor in saving his son and daughter, but Liu Wuxie had also offended his eldest son.

"You people take a dark spirit as a treasure and even groomed him as the next patriarch. If that's not pure stupidity, what is?" Liu Wuxie retorted, his voice brimming with scorn.

"Dark spirit!" The words struck like a thunderclap, and those familiar with the term turned their gazes toward Wang Yue. Whispers spread through the crowd as confusion and doubt took hold. Could Liu Wuxie be referring to Wang Yue?

"Watch your tongue!" Dark spirits were the enemy of humanity, and they had to be eliminated the moment they were discovered.

"It's easy to verify if I'm bullshitting. You only need to craft a spiritual talisman meant to restrain the dark spirit with a black dog and chicken's blood," Liu Wuxie said. He didn't want to waste time with these people.

From the moment Liu Wuxie saw Wang Yue, he had recognized the signs. The aura surrounding Wang Yue was unmistakable—he had cultivated dark arts, and the corruption had already consumed his mind. Wang Yue, as a person, no longer existed; his body had become a vessel for the dark spirit.

Upon hearing what Liu Wuxie said, Wang Yue's eyes flashed with unease and subtle panic.

"Why should we believe you? You have humiliated the Wang Clan repeatedly, and you deserve to die!" an elder barked, his tone dripping with anger and disdain. The Wang Clan, with so many experts present, would never allow an outsider like Liu Wuxie to dictate their actions. The matter of Wang Yue's alleged identity as a dark spirit could wait; first, they would deal with the one who dared insult their clan.

"Are you people afraid?" Liu Wuxie stood his ground, his devilish smile unwavering. His voice carried a mocking edge as he continued, "If word spreads that a dark spirit has infiltrated your Wang Clan, don't you think the entire city—no, the entire Central Plains—will rise against you? Am I wrong?"