Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 935 - Clenching Consecutive Victories

The White Dragon Peak had acquired three Illusion Stones to use against the disciples of Heavenly Gate Peak, which was highly unusual.

Yu Zhibai's mind shuddered as various illusions began to appear before him. This was exactly how he had lost the previous fight. This gave Ji Yu the chance to strike his soul sea with soul energy, nearly shattering it.

Just when despair was about to set in, the illusions dissipated.

"Second Senior Brother, now!" Liu Wuxie's voice boomed in Yu Zhibai's ears.

Yu Zhibai didn't hesitate to mobilize all his soul energy to conjure a spear and shoot it out.

A blood-curdling scream echoed from the other side of the platform as Ji Yu clutched his head. He tore at his hair in agony, ripping out chunks as blood dripped from his facial orifices.

The sudden development surprised everyone, and no one knew what had happened.

"A battle of soul energy is truly dangerous." Everyone knew Ji Yu and Yu Zhibai both practiced soul techniques, and they mainly relied on their soul energy to fight.

The fight was perilous under the calm surface, and the three elders from the White Dragon Peak were all shocked to learn that the Illusion Stones had failed.

"Someone broke our illusions!" the elder at the center said, maintaining a low voice that only the three could hear.

"Could it be Elder Madman?" The elder on the right began to look around, searching for Elder Madman.

However, despite his thorough search, Elder Madman was nowhere to be found. This meant another expert was helping Yu Zhibai.

The shattering of the illusion marked Ji Yu's defeat, having been struck head-on by Yu Zhibai's soul energy. The Soul Spear was merciless—capable of piercing the soul sea, and the pain it inflicted was nothing short of excruciating.

"This is strange... Not many know about Illusion Stones—and how could someone dispel the illusion so effortlessly?" muttered the elder at the center, his brows furrowed. "If there were another elder present, we'd have sensed them." He had never witnessed a method like this for resolving an Illusion Stone's power.

Ji Yu slumped to the ground with blood oozing from his facial orifices. His breath was faint, and he was close to death.

This was a life-and-death battle, which meant only one party could leave the platform alive.

"Could it be Liu Wuxie?" The elder on the left turned to look at Liu Wuxie, who looked at them with a smile like he was looking at clowns.

"That's impossible! How can someone at the fifth-level True Profound Realm detect the Illusion Stones? Even if he did, how could he possibly resolve them?" The elder at the center shook his head. He was still under the impression that someone had helped the Heavenly Gate Peak.

"Keep an eye on the other two battles. We can't afford any more mistakes. Wu Sha is already at a disadvantage. Have him trigger his blood essence! We must win no matter what!" the elder on the right said with a grim flicker across his eyes.

As for the battle between Lu Ming and Shen Rong, they weren't too worried as Lu Ming held the upper hand in the battle.

Though Shen Rong was frustrated that he couldn't fight head-on, he could do nothing as he dared not disobey Liu Wuxie.

Lu Ming relied on a dark spirit's strength to fight, and the dark spirit's energy would decrease over time. He would gradually lose his advantage if he couldn't kill Shen Rong.

A decisive light flashed in Wu Sha's eyes. He pulled out a handful of needles and inserted them into his heart.

"What is he trying to do? Is he courting death to ignite his blood essence?" The heart pulse was where all the blood essence was stored, and a person only had a few drops of blood essence. A cultivator could boost their strength significantly by activating it, but it came at the cost of having one's cultivation crippled.

"They're mad! Everyone of them has gone insane!" A few people exclaimed when they saw Wu Sha willing to put his future at risk just to kill Jiang Le.

Wu Sha's face distorted with pain when he inserted the silver needles into his heart. He growled like a beast and unleashed a shockwave that made the entire platform tremble.

Jiang Le's expression grew grim as he lost his advantage following Wu Sha's transformation.

"Senior Brother, attack his lower body and continue to exhaust his physical strength!" Liu Wuxie's voice echoed, urging Jiang Le not to give Wu Sha the chance to catch his breath.

Unlike the battle with Shen Rong and Lu Ming, Jiang Le immediately shifted his tactics with new instructions from Liu Wuxie. His attack speed surged fivefold, and his movements became so fast that the onlookers couldn't follow with their naked eyes.

Blurs of afterimages trailed behind each of Jiang Le's strikes, all precisely aimed at Wu Sha's legs and lower back. The crowd stirred with confusion and disappointment. To the untrained eye, it looked as though Jiang Le was recklessly throwing himself into danger.

"Jiang Le had a chance at winning, but what he's doing now is nothing short of courting death," mocked the disciples who supported Wu Sha.

Wu Sha kept thrusting with his sword, aiming to sever Jiang Le's legs. However, Jiang Le's attacks seemed tailored to counter Wu Sha's sword technique.

When Han Feizi had gathered intelligence on Wu Sha's group, he had also uncovered details about their martial techniques. This was why Jiang Le's footwork technique perfectly countered Wu Sha's attacks.

Jiang Le had trained relentlessly for five days to master the footwork technique.

Liu Wuxie had taught him far more during that time, but with limited time, Jiang Le had only managed to grasp a few critical moves, just enough to neutralize Wu Sha's attacks.

"Something's off... Wu Sha's attacks don't seem to land properly," murmured one disciple, narrowing his eyes.

"Exactly. The flaw in Wu Sha's sword technique lies in his legs—Jiang Le's targeting them with surgical precision," said a White Dragon Peak disciple at the pinnacle of the Spirit Profound Realm, his tone heavy with concern.

In terms of combat strength, Wu Sha was above Jiang Le. However, despite his best efforts, he was unable to gain the upper hand in the fight.

Jiang Le kicked Wu Sha's sword aside, and his left leg drew an eerie arc in the air before slamming into Wu Sha's ankle.

With a loud crack, a scream of agony came from Wu Sha. His right ankle was shattered into fragments, and the pain was so intense that he wished for death to escape the pain.

Seizing this opportunity, Jiang Le darted across the ground to attack Wu Sha's left leg. The entire sequence happened so fast that the onlookers couldn't even track Jiang Le's movement.

In less than half a blink, Jiang Le kicked Wu Sha's left leg, shattering the latter's knees with a loud crack.

With that, Wu Sha was completely robbed of his ability to resist.

Cultivators at the True Profound Realm lacked the ability to regenerate limbs, and by the time healing methods could be applied, it would already be too late.

After shattering Wu Sha's legs, Jiang Le appeared before him. He finally understood why he had lost the previous fight; he knew someone must have given Wu Sha guidance to identify flaws in his technique.

If it had not been for his junior brother pinpointing Wu Sha's weakness, obtaining victory would not have been easy for him.

"Wu Sha, any last words?" A longsword appeared in Jiang Le's hand, and he placed it on Wu Sha's neck.

"Kill me if you want! I have nothing more to say!" Wu Sha knew he was finished. Even if he could return to the White Dragon Peak alive, he would still meet the same fate.

When the sword fell, blood sprayed into the sky as Wu Sha's head flew into the air.

With that, the Heavenly Gate Peak had secured two out of the three battles. Wu Sha and Ji Yu were dead, and only Lu Ming remained, still struggling.

Based on the current state of the fight, Lu Ming clearly held the upper hand against Shen Rong. But this time, no one dared to underestimate Shen Rong. They could all sense it—he was holding back, waiting for the perfect moment, watching for Lu Ming to make a mistake.

The faces of the three White Dragon Peak's elders turned grim at the sight of this scene. The progression of the three battles had turned bizarre.

First, the Illusion Stones were broken and rendered useless. Then, Wu Sha's techniques were entirely countered by Jiang Le. Someone was manipulating the battle from the shadows.

Liu Wuxie had shattered the illusions using nothing more than a single silver needle.

"Die!" Lu Ming roared, his fist crashing down from above with overwhelming force, sealing off all of Shen Rong's routes of retreat.

With his path of retreat sealed, Shen Rong had no choice but to face Lu Ming head-on.

"Third Senior Brother, strike at his lower back!" Liu Wuxie's voice rang out in Shen Rong's ears at the critical moment.

It was perfectly timed—Shen Rong had been holding back, waiting for just the right opportunity. After watching Jiang Le and Yu Zhibai claim victory, his patience had nearly run dry.

"Tiger Cannon Fist!" Shen Rong roared, launching himself skyward. His wings flared open, and in a flash, he appeared behind Lu Ming, ready to strike.

"What's this maneuver?" Everyone was baffled. It made no sense for Shen Rong to dodge instead of countering.

"Coward!" Several disciples scoffed, ridiculing Shen Rong for avoiding a frontal confrontation.

However, survival was all that mattered in a life-and-death battle. No one would care about the process.

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes. For some reason, a strange unease pricked at his senses as if danger was creeping in. This was an uncomfortable sensation, and he spun around without hesitation, throwing his fists to guard his lower back.

"Third Senior Brother, now! His shoulders!" That first attack was just a feint—this was the real strike.

The lower back was indeed Lu Ming's weakness, and Liu Wuxie had bet everything that Lu Ming would guard his weakness no matter what. This was why a sneak attack would be brutal; he guided Shen Rong to hit the shoulders instead.

The sudden shift of events left everyone stunned, including Lu Ming.

"Shen Rong is too sly!" the White Dragon Peak disciples clamored to condemn Shen Rong.

Until now, their duel had been a contest of pure strength. But Shen Rong had suddenly changed his tactics and channeled his raw physical strength into his martial technique.

Then again, none of that mattered, as they believed Lu Ming could adapt to any sudden change in tactics.

However, Lu Ming paniced when Shen Rong attacked his lower back. In his rush to defend, he overcommitted, leaving his shoulders wide open.

By the time Lu Ming came to his senses, it was too late, as Shen Rong's fists appeared before him with suffocating power.

Just then, a twisted grin spread across Lu Ming's lips—not his own, but that of the dark spirit within. It was finally about to show itself.

If Lu Ming's body were destroyed, the dark spirit would have to find another host.