Chapter 321: Trump Card!

Green flames suddenly appeared around Wu Taeyong’s hands.

The eerie flames flickered quietly, yet the energy contained within them seemed capable of burning everything in their path.

Knowing full well his overwhelming strength, Wu Taeyong was certain that the situation was completely under his control. His Pishacha army had surrounded the entire prison, while none of his enemies possessed enough strength to escape from him.

With that confidence, he looked at the wary Dowblis Snake with a playful smile.

"Have you decided how this will end?"

He casually raised his hand, allowing the green flames to dance around his fingers.

"Will you surrender?"

"Or should I play around with you for a little while before defeating you?"

Just then—

A powerful aura suddenly erupted behind him.

Wu Taeyong’s expression changed.

An instinctive sense of danger surged through his body.

He immediately turned around.

A gigantic sword slash was already right in front of his face.

"What—?!"

The sword slash stretched for more than ten meters, carrying an overwhelming sword intent that seemed capable of tearing through everything in its path.

Wu Taeyong’s pupils contracted.

He hadn’t sensed it in time.

He hadn’t been prepared.

And now...

It was too late to dodge.

Boom!

The enormous sword slash slammed directly into his body.

Wu Taeyong was blasted backwards.

His feet dragged violently across the ground, carving a long line through the stone floor before he finally managed to stop himself.

His eyes widened.

Not from the pain.

From shock.

His upper robe had been sliced open, revealing a thin diagonal wound running from his left shoulder to his right waist.

A line of blood slowly trickled down his body.

The injury wasn’t particularly serious.

With his current cultivation and powerful new body, such a wound could be recovered from quickly.

But Wu Taeyong didn’t care about the injury.

His mind was occupied by something far more important.

Another Nascent Soul cultivator?!

Until this moment, he had believed Dowblis Snake was the only person present who could pose a genuine threat to him.

But now...

There was another one.

Before his eyes could even identify the attacker, his spiritual sense had already locked onto the culprit.

The moment he recognized the aura...

Wu Taeyong’s expression changed drastically.

"No..."

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"How can you possess Nascent Soul Stage cultivation?!"

The person standing before him was none other than Su Mo.

But the aura currently radiating from Su Mo was completely different from before.

Previously, Su Mo had only displayed the cultivation of a Golden Core cultivator.

Now...

The aura he was releasing belonged to a seasoned Nascent Soul cultivator.

And what shocked Wu Taeyong even more was the feeling he received from Su Mo.

Dangerous!

An overwhelming sense of danger.

In that instant, the threat Su Mo posed to him felt even greater than Dowblis Snake.

’Did he conceal his cultivation?’

Wu Taeyong’s mind raced.

’But if that’s the case...’

’Why didn’t he reveal his true strength when I attacked him before?’

’Why did he allow me to capture him?’

’What exactly is going on?’

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

Yet no matter how many times he tried to piece everything together, he couldn’t make sense of the situation.

Unfortunately for him...

Su Mo had no intention of answering his questions.

Taking advantage of Wu Taeyong’s momentary shock, Su Mo moved.

Whoosh!

His figure disappeared.

The Empty Steps Technique erupted at full power.

Su Mo crossed the distance between them in an instant, his sword already carrying terrifying sword intent.

Wu Taeyong’s expression changed.

This time, he saw the attack coming.

He immediately pushed aside the confusion in his mind and focused entirely on the incoming strike.

His fingers curled.

His hands transformed into huge, sharp claws covered in dark energy.

Clang!

The sword collided directly with his claws.

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of impact.

Boom!

The surrounding air violently distorted.

The shockwave spread outward in all directions, catching several nearby Pishachas and cultivators off guard.

They were blasted away like leaves caught in a hurricane.

Their hair and tattered clothes fluttered wildly from the force as they struggled to stabilize themselves.

At the center of the collision...

Su Mo and Wu Taeyong remained locked against one another.

Sword intent and dark energy clashed violently.

Neither side gave an inch.

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Actually, just moments ago, after sensing Wu Taeyong’s aura, Su Mo had already understood one thing.

With his current cultivation, no matter how many attacks he unleashed, he wouldn’t be able to inflict any meaningful damage on Wu Taeyong.

The difference was simply too great.

It was time to use his trump card.

The trump card that he had been saving for quite some time.

To be honest, when Su Mo had received this reward from the Daily Check-In System, he had immediately decided to keep it as a life-saving card.

He had never expected to use it so soon.

But now... It was time.

Su Mo’s consciousness entered the system’s item storage.

Among the various items stored inside, he quickly found the one he was looking for.

[Cultivation Experience Card (Nascent Soul Stage): After using this card, one can obtain the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage regardless of their original strength for a limited time.]

[Time Limit: 6 Hours.]

After using it, Su Mo’s cultivation jumped from Golden Core Stage (Level 4) to Nascent Soul Stage (Level 4).

This was the source of Su Mo’s confidence in challenging Wu Taeyong.

As long as Wu Taeyong didn’t break through to the Soul Formation Stage, Su Mo and Dowblis Snake could join forces and put up a genuine fight against him.

Perhaps...

They could even kill him.

However, the six-hour time limit was a serious problem.

Once the effect disappeared, Su Mo would return to his original cultivation level.

If Wu Taeyong managed to escape or stay alive until then, the situation would completely reverse.

At that point...

They would become fish on the chopping board.