Chapter 320: Perfect Creation Of Gods!

Wu Taeyong had succeeded.

He had completely taken over Wu Chaochang’s body.

Wu Haruto, who had just cleared away the Pishachas surrounding him, immediately looked towards the young figure.

His expression became complicated.

"Are you Wu Chaochang..."

He hesitated for a moment.

"...or the Ancestor?"

Wu Taeyong didn’t even bother answering. To him, it was a stupid question.

Wu Chaochang’s soul had already been erased.

The body was now his.

As for Wu Haruto... Since his descendant had already chosen to betray him. His fate was already sealed. There was no longer any reason to waste his attention on him.

Instead, Wu Taeyong’s gaze shifted toward the two people who had attacked him while he was completing the body takeover.

Dowblis Snake.

And most importantly...

Su Mo.

His eyes lingered on Su Mo’s body for several seconds. Then he sighed.

"What a pity..." His voice was filled with genuine regret.

"If only you had appeared a little earlier."

"You could have had the fortune of becoming my perfect vessel, Su Mo."

He looked at Su Mo’s young body with undisguised greed.

"Such a perfect body..."

"Yet I couldn’t possess it."

"What a great loss."

He spoke as though Su Mo had just missed a heaven-sent opportunity that countless cultivators would dream of receiving.

Su Mo gave him a contemptuous look.

"Stop disgusting me, old freak."

He casually swept his hand through his hair.

"This handsome body is a perfect creation of the gods."

"Desired by all beauties."

"How can a freak like you have the nerve to covet it?!"

"..."

The battlefield suddenly became strangely quiet.

Several cultivators who had been fighting nearby involuntarily paused.

Even Shen Kai’s expression became strange.

He slowly glanced toward Yang Qingxi. His eyes seemed to be asking a silent question.

’Is this really the grandson-in-law you chose for me?’

Yang Qingxi immediately avoided his gaze. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

She suddenly wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Even Wu Taeyong was stunned.

He had to admit that Su Mo’s body was extraordinary.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have coveted it in the first place.

But...

This level of boasting was simply too much.

In all his years of cultivation, he had encountered countless arrogant geniuses.

Yet he had never seen someone quite as shameless as this.

’What a strange brat.’

Wu Taeyong shook his head and quickly put the thought aside.

There was no point wasting time on such nonsense.

He slowly spread his arms.

The next instant—

Boom!

A terrifying pressure erupted from within his body.

The entire prison trembled.

The spiritual energy in the surroundings seemed to freeze under the oppressive force.

A powerful aura belonging to a peak Nascent Soul cultivator spread across the battlefield.

The expressions of the surrounding cultivators changed drastically.

Even those who had been fighting the Pishachas felt their movements become heavier under the pressure.

Wu Taeyong’s lips curled upward.

"I don’t have time to waste on the nonsense of ants."

His gaze swept across the battlefield. Then he raised his hand.

"My army. Move forward."

His voice carried an unquestionable authority.

"Crush them all."

"Leave none alive!"

The Pishachas immediately responded.

"ROOOAR!"

Thousands of monsters surged forward like a tide.

The ground trembled beneath their feet as the army rushed toward the surrounding cultivators.

Wu Taeyong didn’t even bother looking at Su Mo again.

His attention shifted entirely toward Dowblis Snake.

The reason was simple.

Among everyone present...

Only one person truly deserved his attention.

A Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, one whose physical body was stronger than an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

As for the others?

They were nothing more than ants.

Even Su Mo, despite possessing an extraordinary body and potential, was just a Golden Core cultivator, which wasn’t worth treating as a genuine threat in his eyes.

Wu Taeyong’s newly acquired young body slowly floated into the air.

His eyes locked onto Dowblis Snake. A cold smile appeared on his face.

"... Are you ready? My stepping stone towards greatness!"

Dowblis Snake could clearly sense the difference between the Wu Taeyong from before and the one standing before him now.

The difference was like heaven and earth.

When Wu Taeyong was still trapped within his old body, Dowblis Snake had at least been able to exchange several blows with him. Although he had been at a disadvantage, he could still put up a fight.

But now...

The pressure coming from Wu Taeyong’s body was overwhelming.

Dowblis Snake’s instincts were screaming at him.

’I can’t last long against this guy.’

He might not even survive long enough to exchange a few dozen moves.

His expression became solemn as he immediately transmitted a spiritual message to Su Mo.

["Master, if you don’t hurry up, you might have to collect my ashes."]

Su Mo’s calm voice soon came through.

["Don’t worry. I’m ready."]

Hearing those words, Dowblis Snake felt slightly reassured.

At least his master had a plan.

He didn’t ask what it was.

He simply took a combat stance and stared at Wu Taeyong, his body covered in surging demonic energy.

Across from him, Wu Taeyong watched his movements with amusement.

"Is it over?"

He smiled lightly.

"If you’re prepared with your little tricks, shall I send you on your way?"

His tone was relaxed.

Of course, he wasn’t seriously suggesting that. For Wu Taeyong, the outcome had already been decided.

Dowblis Snake would become his final sacrifice.

Once he refined the soul of another Nascent cultivator, coupled with his current peak condition and the power of his newly acquired body, he would have an opportunity to break through the bottleneck that had trapped him for decades.

Soul Formation Realm.

The realm he had dreamed of reaching for countless years.

Dowblis Snake sneered.

"Don’t be so sure."

His flames began to burn more fiercely around his fists. He grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Maybe next year on this day...it’ll be your death anniversary."

His eyes narrowed.

"Too bad."

"Your descendants won’t even be there to burn incense for you."

Dowblis Snake deliberately maintained his momentum, refusing to show the slightest trace of fear despite knowing the enormous gap between them.

Wu Taeyong stared at him for a moment. Then he chuckled.

"Heh."

He didn’t take the provocation seriously.

To him, these were merely the incompetent words of a dying man, a final burst of meaningless rage before certain death.

There was no reason to be angry about it.