Chapter 325: Taunted To Death?!

As the sword descended, Wu Taeyong hurriedly blocked it.

Su Mo smiled playfully.

"I already told you."

"This body of mine is the perfect creation of the gods."

"If I become injured..."

His lips curled upward.

"Isn’t that a blasphemy against the gods~?"

"How could the gods possibly allow that?"

His playful tone completely enraged Wu Taeyong.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

He gritted his teeth.

"Fine!"

"Since you are so loved by the gods..."

His eyes flashed with killing intent.

"Let me send you back to them!"

Wu Taeyong suddenly took Su Mo’s sword slash without defending himself.

Slash!

The sword cut across his body.

Blood splattered.

"Cough!"

Wu Taeyong coughed up blood as he deliberately used the force of the attack to propel himself backward, creating distance between them.

He landed several meters away.

His expression was ugly as he glared at Su Mo.

Su Mo chuckled.

"Old ghost, you sure know how to brag."

Wu Taeyong suddenly stopped.

He didn’t attack.

Instead...

Under Su Mo’s incomprehensible gaze, Wu Taeyong slowly raised his clawed hand.

Then—

Puchi!

He plunged those sharp claws directly into his own chest.

"...?"

Su Mo froze.

His eyes widened.

(꒪Д꒪)ノ

What the heck?

Suicide?

Did he really get so angry from my taunts that he killed himself?

For several seconds, Su Mo’s mind completely short-circuited.

He genuinely didn’t know what to say.

Even Dowblis Snake was stunned.

"Master..."

He stared at Wu Taeyong in disbelief.

"How did you convince him to do that?"

I want to know that too!

Su Mo screamed inwardly.

Yet on the surface, he maintained a calm expression.

"Don’t be careless."

His eyes narrowed.

"This must be some kind of enemy trick."

Dowblis Snake immediately became serious.

"Understood!"

He didn’t hesitate.

"Fire Storm!"

A terrifying wave of flames surged toward Wu Taeyong.

Wu Taeyong’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Even while severely injured, he casually shifted his body.

The Fire Storm passed beside him.

Dowblis Snake’s expression changed.

"What..."

Under everyone’s incomprehensible gazes, Wu Taeyong’s clawed hand remained buried inside his own chest.

Then...

He pulled.

A bloody heart was forcibly ripped out of his body.

"..."

The entire battlefield fell strangely silent.

Wu Taeyong looked at the heart in his hand.

Then—

He opened his mouth.

Chomp!

Chomp!

In two bites...

He swallowed his own heart.

Su Mo’s face turned pale.

"Um..."

He stared at Wu Taeyong in disbelief.

"Even if you were hungry..."

"There was no need to go this far."

He felt nauseated.

Shen Kai and the surrounding elders weren’t doing much better.

Their expressions were ugly as they silently watched the shocking scene unfold.

Some of them even had the strange urge to slap themselves.

Why did we have to see this?

This scene...

Was probably going to become a nightmare for a very long time.

Wu Taeyong completely ignored their reactions.

The instant he swallowed his heart—

Boom!

A terrifying surge of energy exploded from within his body.

The air trembled.

His spiritual pressure surged violently.

Wu Taeyong’s skin began changing.

The healthy appearance of his newly acquired body rapidly disappeared.

His skin became gray.

Then withered.

His muscles expanded unnaturally as his body began transforming.

His eyes turned crimson, resembling two blood-red rubies glowing in the darkness.

Crack!

His bones began stretching.

His height rapidly increased.

Two meters.

Two-point-two meters.

Two-point-five meters!

His body had completely transformed.

The young human appearance disappeared.

What stood before them was no longer a human cultivator.

It was a terrifying, grotesque creature covered in grayish, withered flesh.

A Pishacha.

But this wasn’t just an ordinary Pishacha.

The moment the transformation was completed...

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure spread across the entire battlefield.

The danger radiating from Wu Taeyong was far greater than before.

Su Mo’s expression became solemn.

Dowblis Snake’s pupils contracted.

Even Shen Kai and the other cultivators felt their hearts sink.

Then something even more terrifying happened.

The thousands of Pishachas fighting throughout the battlefield suddenly stopped.

Every single one of them turned toward Wu Taeyong.

The next instant—

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

One after another, they dropped to their knees.

Their heads lowered toward the towering figure.

The entire Pishacha army bowed.

Wu Taeyong slowly raised his head.

His crimson eyes swept across the battlefield.

At this moment...

He was no longer merely the creator of the Pishachas.

He was their ruler.

Their monarch.

The true King of Pishachas.

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An eerie voice emerged from the disfigured mouth of the towering Pishacha King.

"I never thought you lot could actually push me into using this form."

Wu Taeyong slowly stretched his enormous arms.

The pressure radiating from his body continued to rise, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

"Since it has come to this..."

His crimson eyes swept across the battlefield.

"I should finish this quickly."

A sinister smile appeared on his grotesque face.

"After centuries of waiting..."

"I can finally return to that place."

Although Su Mo remained wary of Wu Taeyong’s soaring strength, he couldn’t help interrupting his dramatic monologue.

"Old fossil."

He tilted his head.

"Which place do you keep blabbering about?"

"Where are you actually from?"

"And why did you settle here and make such elaborate plans just to break through to the Soul Formation Stage?"

Su Mo genuinely looked curious.

"Is it really that difficult?"

Wu Taeyong’s movements stopped.

He looked at Su Mo.

"Don’t you ever feel how difficult it is to break through with such scarce spiritual resources?"

He spread his arms, addressing the other cultivators as well.

"Look at this place."

"The spiritual energy is thin."

"The resources are scarce."

"The inheritance is incomplete."

"How many cultivators here have spent hundreds of years trapped at a bottleneck because they simply couldn’t obtain enough resources?"

The surrounding cultivators remained silent for a moment.

Then...

Several elders nodded sadly.

They understood exactly what Wu Taeyong meant.

Cultivation was never easy.

Every breakthrough required enormous amounts of resources, comprehension, talent, and luck.

The higher one’s realm is...

The more difficult the next breakthrough became.