Chapter 137: The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art Holds Infinite Profound Mysteries!

Boom!

The black hole rotated slowly, seemingly capable of devouring every force in the world.

The surge of energy unleashed by Situ Wuhan instantly vanished into it like a clay ox entering the sea, leaving not a trace behind.

This left Situ Wuhan struck with utter horror.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art was far too bizarre. Fortunately, Situ Wuhan had not acted rashly; otherwise, he would have followed in Tao Yuanming’s footsteps and fallen victim to this very technique.

However, Chu Tian had already closed in by another step, and as he advanced, the black hole expanded accordingly.

Situ Wuhan immediately retreated at top speed, desperate to keep his distance from the black hole.

He knew the terrifying nature of that black hole. To maintain its operation, Chu Tian must be consuming a vast amount of true qi.

Chu Tian had already fought five Martial Venerables back-to-back, exhausting the majority of his internal true qi. He surely could not sustain this for long.

As long as Situ Wuhan played for time, he would undoubtedly wear Chu Tian down completely.

Thinking of this, Situ Wuhan was no longer in a rush to attack. Instead, he retreated repeatedly, maneuvering around the arena.

No matter how Chu Tian pursued, Situ Wuhan maintained a distance, not daring to get anywhere near Chu Tian’s black hole.

After a period of chasing, Chu Tian was the first whose stamina failed.

His black hole instantly dissolved into wisps of black fog, scattering into the air.

The next second, Chu Tian’s body went limp, his footsteps even staggering slightly.

No matter how formidable his strength, it was impossible to maintain the operation of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art indefinitely.

Besides, Situ Wuhan was now on his guard.

If Chu Tian wanted to win using the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art again, it was likely no longer possible.

"Uncle, will my father win?"

Situ Deng’s face was grave, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Although Situ Wuhan was now on guard against Chu Tian’s Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, and Chu Tian had clearly fallen into a disadvantageous position, Situ Deng still felt uneasy. Facing Chu Tian had stripped him of his past confidence and composure.

"Deng'er, the outcome is not yet decided. Don't be so impatient!"

Situ Wudi finally opened his eyes, his gaze burning like torches as he looked toward the arena.

At that moment, Chu Tian was breathing heavily, his breath visibly unsteady.

"Chu Tian, I knew your technique couldn't last long! Today is your day of death!"

Seeing that Chu Tian had weakened to the extreme, Situ Wuhan leaped off the ground, instantly transforming into a blur.

He charged at Chu Tian once more, throwing a punch straight at Chu Tian's face.

Chu Tian paused for a fraction of a second, choosing not to dodge. Instead, he met Situ Wuhan’s fist with a palm strike.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, instantly erupting into a shockwave of true qi.

The next instant, Chu Tian stepped back, one foot shattering a marble flagstone, clearly lacking follow-through force.

Yet, Situ Wuhan’s punch had ultimately been caught by Chu Tian.

"How is this possible?"

Situ Wuhan could hardly believe it. He had been certain Chu Tian was at the end of his tether, which was why he dared to launch the attack.

Yet the moment their fist and palm met, the immensely powerful momentum of his punch was instantly blocked and caught barehanded by Chu Tian?

No!

The next second, Situ Wuhan’s pupils contracted sharply.

He felt his own power draining away frantically, flowing through the point of contact with Chu Tian’s palm, swallowed entirely into Chu Tian’s body.

"Let go of me!"

Situ Wuhan roared in fury, trying to pull his fist back, but it was held firmly in Chu Tian's palm.

Chu Tian’s palm seemed to possess some sort of magical force, making it impossible for Situ Wuhan to break free no matter what.

At that moment, Situ Wuhan finally experienced the despair Tao Yuanming had felt just moments before.

The true qi within his body was draining rapidly. If this continued, he would soon be reduced to a mummified corpse.

"Old Thief Situ, who told you that I must form a black hole to devour the power of others?"

Chu Tian sneered, gripping Situ Wuhan’s fist tighter.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art was infinitely profound!

Even without forming a black hole, through mere physical contact, one could still seize another person's true qi.

The reason Chu Tian had displayed the black hole was merely a tactic to confuse the enemy.

Situ Wuhan had let down his guard for a moment and thrown himself into this punch with all his might, ultimately falling right into Chu Tian's trap.

Of course, this was a secret technique of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art.

Now that Chu Tian had revealed it publicly, trying to trick someone with it next time would not be so easy.

"Chu Tian!"

Infuriated, Situ Wuhan threw his left fist at Chu Tian once more.

However, Chu Tian raised his right palm again, instantly meeting the oncoming fist.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, bursting forth with a violent wave of true qi.

However, the power of this shockwave was noticeably weaker than before.

This time, Chu Tian did not retreat even half a step.

Over half of the true qi in Situ Wuhan’s body had already been devoured; his punches no longer possessed their previous might.

Both of his fists were now trapped in Chu Tian’s palms, and the rate at which his internal true qi was draining had multiplied. Veins bulged on his forehead as he seemed to endure agonizing pain.

Yet, Chu Tian had no intention of stopping.

He had been able to spare Tao Yuanming earlier because he had no personal grudges with the Jiangbei Wan family.

However, between him and the Situ family, rivers of blood debts lay unpaid. He would never spare Situ Wuhan's life.

"Ah!"

Desperately, Situ Wuhan tried to yank his fists back, but to no avail.

He threw his head back and roared, his terrified bellow shaking the entire venue.

At that exact moment, a rush of fierce wind suddenly swept from the spectator stands, striking straight toward Chu Tian.

"Watch out!"

Long Tianjiao possessed the highest cultivation among the three women. She reacted instantly and cried out in alarm.

Chu Tian tilted his head slightly, naturally sensing the incoming gale.

The next second, Chu Tian voluntarily released Situ Wuhan's fists and leaped backward by several meters.

Seizing the opportunity, Situ Wuhan also sprang back, instantly retreating a dozen meters.

Right after, a blade of wind sliced through the space between where the two had stood, leaving a deep gash on the arena floor.

The one who had struck was none other than Situ Wudi!

The gale he unleashed with a flick of his hand had instantly separated Chu Tian and Situ Wuhan.

To separate two Martial Venerables with a single move—what a transcendent level of power!

Was this the strength of a Martial Saint?

Chu Tian frowned, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.

The rumors he had previously heard from Wei Yuansheng were finally verified at this moment.

Situ Wudi had indeed broken through to the realm of a Martial Saint, and his power was likely even greater than Chu Tian's!

Before Chu Tian could speak, however, the Long and Wan families took the initiative.

"Situ Wudi, what is the meaning of this?"

"In all past North-South Clashes, Martial Saints have never intervened in arena combat. Are you trying to break the rules of the North-South Clash now?"

Long Jianfei stood up straight, his tone filled with interrogation.

"Situ Wudi, do you think you are the only Martial Saint present, and that Jiangbei has no Martial Saint backing it up?"

Wan Tianying’s brows furrowed tightly, his gaze locked firmly onto Situ Wudi.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the arena grew tense and volatile, on the verge of erupting into a life-or-death battle at any moment...