Chapter 291: The King of Reincarnation is Coming

The old man in hemp clothing looked astonished when he heard Su Mo's mocking tone.

His spiritual pressure had no effect on Su Mo.

'Why?'

'Is Su Mo a wolf in sheep's clothing? Does he have real power?'

'But that's impossible!'

Even if Su Mo were some prodigy with unparalleled talent, there's no way someone so young could rival a Martial Emperor Powerhouse.

"How boring!"

While the hemp-clothed old man was still reeling in confusion, Su Mo unleashed his own spiritual pressure.

BOOM!

An immense, overwhelming spiritual pressure swept across the area like a hurricane.

In an instant, the color drained from the hemp-clothed old man's face.

THUD!

Before he could even react, the immense pressure Su Mo released slammed him to the ground, knocking out two of his front teeth.

The hemp-clothed old man was stunned.

'What kind of spiritual pressure is this? It's so powerful I don't even have a chance to resist.'

Now, he finally understood why Su Mo hadn't run.

Su Mo had the power to crush him. He didn't need to run at all.

After pinning the hemp-clothed old man to the ground, the spiritual pressure continued to spread, sweeping toward Qingyang City.

"This pressure... Oh no!"

The faces of Thunder Punishment, Elder Wen, and the others turned pale.

BOOM!

Before they could even brace themselves, the pressure shattered Qingyang City's defensive Array and crashed down on them like a mountain.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP...

The men were forced to their knees on the spot.

The weaker disciples of the Giant Sword Sect were not only slammed to the ground, but also spat up blood as if they had been grievously injured.

Meanwhile, the black-clothed old man chuckled. "As expected, the two are evenly matched... Hmm? Why did the hemp-clothed old man suddenly collapse?"

"Did Su Mo knock him down?" the black-clothed middle-aged man guessed.

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

'That's a Late Stage Martial Emperor,' he thought. 'Even if Su Mo is powerful, there's no way he could defeat him. Besides, Su Mo didn't even lift a finger.'

"Spiritual pressure! It's spiritual pressure!"

As the middle-aged man watched in confusion, the old man in black suddenly screamed, his face twisting in terror as if he'd seen a ghost.

This only confused the middle-aged man further.

'What spiritual pressure?'

'Don't tell me Su Mo forced the hemp-clothed old man to the ground with just spiritual pressure alone.'

'Bullshit!'

'That's completely impossible!'

But in the next instant...

BOOM!

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly crashed down upon the middle-aged man. It felt as if something had smashed him on the head, and unable to bear the force, his knees buckled.

THUMP!

The middle-aged man knelt heavily on the ground, his face turning deathly pale.

'It really is spiritual pressure!'

'And it's as tyrannical as a dozen mountains, pinning me to the ground so forcefully I can't even struggle.'

THUMP...

Just then, the middle-aged man heard several more thuds beside him. He turned his head to see that the old man in black had also been forced to his knees.

The middle-aged man's heart trembled.

'The old man in black is the Hall Master of our Celestial Slaughter Hall, yet he was suppressed by mere spiritual pressure!'

Of everyone present, only Su Mo remained standing.

Su Mo walked over to the hemp-clothed old man. "See that? Now *that's* what you call spiritual pressure."

"You..."

The hemp-clothed old man was too shocked to speak.

He couldn't imagine just how powerful this young man was to have suppressed him, a Late Stage Martial Emperor, so casually.

'He's terrifying!'

'How can such a powerful being exist in this world?'

WHOOSH!

With a light exhale, Su Mo retracted his spiritual pressure.

Everyone instantly felt the crushing weight lift.

GRAB!

The hemp-clothed old man had just struggled to his feet when a large hand seized his throat, hoisting him into the air.

Su Mo asked, "Now, am I qualified to know your name?"

"I..."

The old man started to answer, but Su Mo cut him off.

Su Mo tapped his own forehead. "Let me guess who sent you... I've got it. You were sent by the King of Reincarnation from Yama Hall, weren't you?"

"Sent by the King of Reincarnation?"

The hemp-clothed old man quickly shook his head, trying to indicate that wasn't it.

Su Mo continued guessing. "If you weren't sent by the King of Reincarnation, then you must be the King of Reincarnation himself."

The old man shook his head again.

"Wrong again?"

Su Mo said in frustration, "Alright, old-timer, who are you?"

The old man sputtered, "I... I am Zhuge Su, a Loose Cultivator!"

"A Loose Cultivator?"

Su Mo was skeptical. "If you're a Loose Cultivator, then why did you threaten to kill my Demon Pet? And why did you arrive with such intense killing intent?"

It was clear Zhuge Su had come looking for trouble; otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived radiating such malice.

Qingyang City had never offended him.

Zhuge Su explained, trembling, "I was thousands of miles away searching for a Divine Beast Demon Pill. A few men in black told me there was one here, so I came."

"You mean them?"

Su Mo gestured a thousand meters away. A few large hands made of Spiritual Qi materialized, grabbed the old man in black and his companions by the neck, and dragged them over.

"That's them!"

Zhuge Su glared furiously at the men in black.

'It's all because of these bastards.'

'If these sons of bitches hadn't told me there was a Divine Beast here, I wouldn't be in this situation—dangling in the air by my neck, being interrogated like a dog.'

Su Mo asked, "Do you know them?"

"I don't!"

Zhuge Su shook his head and explained, "They told me there was a Divine Beast here, along with a few Martial Kings. I didn't think much of it and came right over."

He had thought the old man in black was being helpful, but it turned out he was digging a pit for him.

A very big pit.

Su Mo turned to the men in black. "Hey, who are you people? Why did you lure someone to Qingyang City to commit murder?"

"I..."

The old man started to speak, but the middle-aged man cut him off. "Hmph! I'm not afraid to tell you. We're from the Celestial Slaughter Hall, and this is our Hall Master."

"So that's it."

Su Mo finally understood.

He had destroyed the Celestial Slaughter Hall's base in the Eighteen Kingdoms, so they retaliated by sending Black and White Impermanence to kill him. When that failed, they weren't ready to give up. They lured Zhuge Su here, hoping he and Su Mo would destroy each other.

It all clicked into place.

Su Mo said coldly, "Since you're from the Celestial Slaughter Hall, I can't let you live. There's only one path for you now: death."

"So what if I die? I'm not afraid of you!"

The middle-aged man in black said coolly, "Kill us, and you won't live much longer either. The King of Reincarnation from Yama Hall will be here soon."

"The King of Reincarnation is coming?"

Zhuge Su's face was a mask of shock.

The middle-aged man sneered, "That's right. This kid destroyed the King of Reincarnation's clone, and now the King himself plans to kill him personally. His entire family is doomed."

"What?"

Zhuge Su looked at Su Mo in disbelief. "Sir, did you really destroy the King of Reincarnation's clone? He has his sights set on you?"

Su Mo nodded. "I did destroy his clone. So what?"

"So what?"

Zhuge Su gave a bitter smile. "Sir, I don't mean to jinx it, but if the King of Reincarnation has his eyes on you, there's no escape, not even if you could sprout wings and fly."

Su Mo asked, surprised, "Are the consequences really that serious?"