Chapter 315: Wu Haruto’s Doubts!

It was precisely that arrogance that allowed Yang Qingxi’s carefully prepared curse to silently take effect.

Far away, concealed among the group beneath another disguise, Su Mo calmly observed the battle.

He transmitted his voice.

["Qingxi, can you release other curse effects?"]

Yang Qingxi’s complexion had already become noticeably paler.

["I can. But the difference in our strength is too great. It places a tremendous burden on me."]

Su Mo never looked away from Wu Taeyong.

["Then save them for now. We’ll need your curse techniques later."]

Yang Qingxi nodded almost imperceptibly.

["When are you going to join the fray?"]

Su Mo’s gaze remained fixed upon Wu Taeyong.

Despite being pushed onto the defensive, the old monster still had not revealed his greatest trump card.

["Now isn’t the time. This old coot is still hiding his trump cards well. Let Snake pressure him a little longer."]

Yang Qingxi remained silent for a moment before asking,

["...Are you confident about dealing with him?"]

A faint smile appeared beneath Su Mo’s disguise.

["Don’t worry. I have a powerful trump card. I’m simply waiting for the right opportunity to use it."]

Only then did Yang Qingxi relax slightly.

["That’s good."]

Meanwhile, Wu Taeyong forcefully suppressed the fear clawing at his heart.

A look of irritation appeared on his aged face.

’Should I use that?’

His eyes flickered with hesitation.

’But if I do... this old body won’t be able to withstand it.’

His fists unconsciously clenched.

’Damn it! If only I had succeeded in taking Su Mo’s body...’

The thought of that perfect vessel escaping his grasp caused his expression to become even uglier.

His spiritual sense instinctively swept across the surroundings.

’If I release the Pishacha Army and have them slaughter everyone here...’

Just as the thought surfaced, several powerful auras entered the range of his spiritual sense.

His pupils contracted.

Numerous cultivators were rapidly approaching the Sect Prison from different directions, evidently attracted by the commotion caused by the battle.

Wu Taeyong immediately suppressed the impulse to release his Pishacha army.

Not yet.

The fewer people who learned his true identity, the better.

Grinding his teeth, he charged toward Dowblis Snake once more, choosing to endure the disadvantage while continuing to conceal his greatest secret.

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The violent battle came to a brief standstill as several powerful auras rapidly entered the prison grounds.

The first to arrive was Shen Kai.

Behind him followed the elders of his faction, each with a solemn expression as they rushed into the devastated prison. Their footsteps came to an abrupt halt the moment their eyes landed upon the battlefield.

The prison that once held countless cultivators had been reduced to ruins.

Cracked stone walls leaned precariously to one side, while deep craters covered the ground. Spiritual energy lingered everywhere like a raging storm that refused to disperse.

And at the centre of it all...

Two Nascent Soul cultivators stood facing one another.

The moment Shen Kai’s gaze landed upon Wu Taeyong, his bloodshot eyes flashed with unconcealed killing intent.

"So... you’ve finally stopped hiding."

Not long afterwards, another group hurried into the prison.

Wu Haruto led the way, followed closely by the loyal elders who still remained on his side.

The moment he witnessed the battlefield, his breathing stopped.

’Who...’

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked toward Dowblis Snake.

’Who is this powerful enemy that the Ancestor is fighting...?’

The terrifying spiritual pressure released during every exchange made his scalp turn numb.

’...Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator?’

Even from such a distance, every collision shook his soul.

However, the shock only lasted a brief moment before confusion gradually replaced it.

His eyes slowly shifted toward Wu Taeyong.

’Wait...’

’How did Ancestor leave the sealing grounds?’

’Wasn’t all of his strength already hollowed out?’

The conversation he had with Shen Kai earlier resurfaced in his mind.

"The source of the Pishachas... is Wu Taeyong."

Wu Haruto instinctively shook his head.

’Impossible!’

’There must be another explanation.’

’Ancestor can’t possibly be the source of the Pishachas.’

Yet no matter how desperately he rejected the thought... It continued to resurface in his mind.

His feet remained rooted where they stood.

He hesitated but didn’t charge forward. Nor did he move to assist Wu Taeyong.

...

Wu Taeyong immediately sensed Wu Haruto’s arrival through his spiritual perception.

Naturally, he also noticed his hesitation.

A trace of fury flashed across the old man’s eyes.

That single moment of distraction became an opening.

Dowblis Snake’s eyes gleamed.

"Fire Serpent Fist!"

His flaming fist exploded toward Wu Taeyong’s face with terrifying speed.

*Boom!*

The punch landed squarely across his cheek.

Wu Taeyong was forced several dozen meters backwards before barely stabilising himself. Burn marks spread across half his face as wisps of smoke rose from his scorched skin.

His expression darkened even further.

Looking toward Wu Haruto, he roared furiously,

"HARUTO!"

His furious voice echoed throughout the ruined prison.

"WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE WATCHING FOR?!"

"CAN’T YOU SEE THE ENEMY?"

"COME AND HELP ME!"

"CAPTURE THEM!"

Wu Haruto’s body instinctively trembled.

Before he could respond... Shen Kai coldly laughed. His gaze remained fixed upon Wu Haruto.

"Are you still going to let this old monster deceive you, Haruto?"

Wu Haruto clenched his fists tightly.

After a long silence, he finally looked toward Wu Taeyong. His voice was noticeably heavier than before.

"Ancestor..."

"You said your lifespan was exhausted."

"You also said your cultivation had already declined beyond recovery."

His eyes never left Wu Taeyong.

"Then..."

"Why do you still possess such overwhelming strength?"

"And why are you able to leave the sealed area?"

His expression became increasingly conflicted.

"If you left... Shouldn’t those powerful Pishachas have escaped as well?"

Wu Taeyong’s expression immediately became uglier.

Not only had Wu Haruto refused to help... He was actually questioning him.

Meanwhile, Dowblis Snake continued pressing forward relentlessly, forcing Wu Taeyong to divide his attention between the battle and Wu Haruto’s questions.

Before the old man could fabricate another excuse—