Chapter 263 - Eighth-Level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm

Chapter 263 - Eighth-Level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm

The self-detonation was similar to spiritual talismans. The shockwave formed could sweep through everyone in the same cultivation level.

Under normal circumstances, no one would resort to self-detonation unless they had no hope because it was the same as perishing with the enemy.

However, spiritual talismans were limited, and avoiding them would increase one's chances of survival. However, it was hard to dodge self-detonation. Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

The three elders chose a drastic course of action, sacrificing their lives.

“Hmph, you three have no chance of self-detonating in front of me!” Liu Wuxie sneered, and a black demonic cauldron appeared, devouring the three elders. Before the three could scream, their bodies were converted into spiritual liquid.

The spectators staggered when they saw this scene.

“What the hell is that? Is that a mythical artifact?” Only a mythical artifact could possess such power to kill experts quickly in the ninth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

As the number of Xue Clan’s elites dwindled, only a few remained. Xue Shichou’s face was a mask of grim determination, his sword radiating a potent sword ray.

The spiritual talismans in the air had vanished, having exhausted all their energy. This meant that Zuo Hong and the others were safe for the time being. The Xue Clan couldn’t harm them as long as the barrier held.

“Now, it’s your turn!” After killing the three elders, Liu Wuxie slowly walked towards Xue Shichou and the remaining elites. There were only twenty people left.

Each step Liu Wuxie took forward sent a wave of fear through them, causing them to retreat. Despite their numbers and a fifth-grade talisman, they had failed to kill Liu Wuxie.

“Attack him!” The remaining twenty or so individuals lunged forward. With fewer numbers, their coordination improved significantly. However, the crowd around them greatly limited their attacks, preventing them from unleashing their full potential.

Their concerted efforts sent waves of attacks towards Liu Wuxie, with Xue Shichou’s sword being particularly fierce, always on the lookout for an opening.

Executing Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie was able to observe their every movement.

“Die!” Executing the Nine Heavenly Crane Dance, Liu Wuxie transformed into nine celestial cranes, swooping down on everyone. The Heretic Blade released a barrage of blade rays, blocking all possible escape routes. After all, he had already discerned everyone’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

Blood splashed as a few heads flew to the sky before exploding. This was a one-sided massacre, and no one could put up any resistance.

Three breaths later, only Xue Shichou remained standing. He lowered the sword in his hand and looked at the corpses around him.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” With Liu Wuxie’s current strength, killing Xue Shichou was no different from crushing an ant, but he didn’t target the latter immediately.

“You want me to pass the message to the Xue Clan?” Xue Shichou wasn’t stupid. He had already deduced why Liu Wuxie had spared him.

“That’s right. Tell the Xue Clan they will meet their doomsday when I return to the Imperial City. I will uproot you all. So wash your necks and wait for me.” Liu Wuxie’s words were devoid of emotion. He intended to resolve the grudge before the Battle of the Hundred Nations.

“I will remember those words!” Xue Shichou gritted his teeth. He glanced at Zuo Hong and the others before leaving the Python Mountain Battlefield.

His sharp gaze landed on Liu Wuxie’s cave as he exited his cave. He could sense all the surrounding spiritual energy pouring towards that cave. The density of the spiritual energy was so high that it condensed into a liquid form and flowed into the cave.

Such a significant disturbance would be impossible even for someone making a breakthrough to the True Core Realm, which stunned Mo Chong.

A group of disciples approached from a distance and stood before Mo Chong.

“Who occupies that cave?!” Mo Chong’s icy gaze swept over them, his murderous intent simmering as if he was ready to storm into Liu Wuxie’s cave at any moment.

“Senior Brother Mo, that person is named Liu Wuxie. He joined the Imperial Academy only about six months ago and has recently gained fame. He must have just returned from the Python Mountain Battlefield.” A few disciples stepped forward, their expressions a mix of obsequiousness and gloating as they glanced at Liu Wuxie’s dwelling.

“Liu Wuxie? I’ve encountered his name numerous times while on the frontlines,” Mo Chong pondered, his brow furrowed. He had repeatedly encountered Liu Wuxie’s name over the past few months but hadn’t given it much thought.

He had ventured to the frontlines to hunt demonic beasts and hone himself for a breakthrough to the True Core Realm. If he could reach the True Core Realm, his chances of participating in the Battle of Hundred Nations would significantly increase. This was a rare opportunity, and his aspiration was to enter the world of cultivation.

However, just as he was about to reach the True Core Realm, Liu Wuxie disrupted his breakthrough, so it was no wonder he was so furious.

“Liu Wuxie is oppressive and ruthless. Senior Brother Mo, you have to help us eliminate him.” These Heaven Grade students didn’t dare to express their anger towards Liu Wuxie directly and could only seek help from Mo Chong.

Mo Chong could naturally tell that these people were trying to instigate him, using him to take revenge on Liu Wuxie. But he had no reason to refuse because Mo Chong wouldn’t let Liu Wuxie off, even if they didn’t mention it. This was because his next breakthrough to the True Core Realm would be delayed for a few days because of Liu Wuxie’s interruption.

Liu Wuxie was naturally unaware of what was happening outside as he was fully immersed in his cultivation. This breakthrough cost him a staggering expenditure of fifty thousand spirit stones.

The world in his dantian began to expand, and the true essence stored in his dantian was like an inexhaustible ocean.

An ordinary person’s true essence could only support them in fighting for two hours, but Liu Wuxie could easily fight for three days and three nights.

As time wore on, five days had passed since the conclusion of the Python Mountain Battlefield. These days had been a period of torment for the Xue Clan. The loss of numerous elites dealt a crippling blow to the Xue Clan, even rousing their secluded ancestor to contemplate the assassination of Liu Wuxie.

When Prince Yongxian disappeared, most of his remnants were constantly eliminated, and the Imperial City underwent drastic changes.

Because the Xue Clan had colluded with Prince Yongxian, the recent days had been difficult for them. Many of their businesses were affected, causing them to plummet.

Liu Wuxie dedicated three full days to solidify his cultivation. Upon opening his eyes, a potent shockwave radiated outwards, obliterating everything in the cultivation chamber except for the mat he was seated on. The surrounding walls bore the scars of sword marks.

His golden soul sea began to rumble, and his soul energy had surpassed ordinary experts in the True Core Realm. Even his divine bridge became wider, meaning his divine art's power would strengthen.

As he stood up, rumbling sounds came from within his body that caused the entire cultivation chamber to tremble.

“What power! Is this the eighth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm?” Liu Wuxie clenched his fists together, which caused a series of explosions from the rapid compression of air.

When Liu Wuxie came out from the cultivation chamber, there were ten days left until the Battle of the Thousand Nations, and he had many things to do.