Chapter 328: "Despair Su Mo! Watch Me Kill Them All!"

Except this time, his prison wasn’t made of metal.

It was made from the souls of the dead Pishachas.

The ghosts continuously moved around the cage, their bodies overlapping one another to form an almost impenetrable barrier.

Then—

Hisss...

Green mist began pouring from their mouths.

The poisonous mist slowly filled the interior of the cage.

Su Mo frowned.

He immediately raised his sword.

A terrifying sword intent erupted.

"Get out of my way!"

Slash!

A massive sword slash tore through one side of the ghostly cage.

For a brief moment, a huge opening appeared.

But before Su Mo could rush through it...

Whoosh!

Countless ghosts immediately surged forward from behind.

They filled the opening almost instantly.

The cage restored itself.

Su Mo’s eyes narrowed.

’As expected.’

He swung his sword again.

Slash!

Another section was destroyed.

Again, the ghosts immediately replaced it.

No matter how many he destroyed...

There were always more waiting behind them.

Wu Taeyong’s ugly face split into a sinister grin.

"It’s useless."

Su Mo’s expression became increasingly serious.

He considered forcing his way through physically.

But the moment he focused his senses on the ghostly cage, an instinctive warning emerged within his mind.

Danger.

Extreme danger.

Something bad would happen if he attempted to force his way through.

Su Mo trusted that instinct. He stopped.

For the moment, he was trapped.

Wu Taeyong noticed his hesitation and couldn’t help feeling regretful.

"What a pity."

"You didn’t try to break through physically."

He shook his head.

"If you had..."

"...perhaps things would have become more interesting."

His grin widened, and he spread his arms.

"So?"

"How does it feel? Helpless?"

Wu Taeyong’s voice became filled with sadistic pleasure.

"Enjoy that feeling."

His gaze swept toward the green mist filling the cage.

"My ghosts will continue releasing their poison."

"Little by little, you’ll become weaker."

"Until eventually... You die."

In a sense, Wu Taeyong had created an almost unbreakable prison.

There was nowhere for Su Mo to run.

And there were countless ghosts available to replace every one he blew away.

"Xehahaha!"

Wu Taeyong laughed.

"Just stay inside that cage."

"And watch me kill these ants."

He suddenly paused.

Then his gaze shifted toward Yang Qingxi.

"Oh, right? I almost forgot."

His ugly Pishacha face revealed a terrifying grin.

"Isn’t that woman your lover? How wonderful~"

"I wonder if you ever tasted... Despair?"

He pointed toward Yang Qingxi, who was staring anxiously at the battlefield.

Su Mo’s expression immediately darkened. His eyes became cold.

"You are seeking death, Old Fossil."

"Heh."

"As if."

Wu Taeyong laughed.

"You should first escape that cage before trying to threaten me."

His eyes contained vicious anticipation.

This is what he wanted to see.

He wanted Su Mo to fall into absolute despair, being unable to do anything and just watch helplessly.

To kill and humiliate the person Su Mo cared about while Su Mo could do nothing except remain trapped inside his cage and wait for the ghost poison to consume him.

What Wu Taeyong didn’t know...

Was that the poison was completely useless against Su Mo.

His constitution rendered him immune to poison.

But Su Mo had no intention of revealing that.

Because right now, his attention wasn’t on the poisonous mist.

It was on Wu Taeyong.

Because the direction in which he was walking was towards—

Yang Qingxi!

Su Mo’s eyes gradually became bloodshot. His fists clenched tightly.

’That old bastard...’

Meanwhile, Dowblis Snake immediately moved to intercept Wu Taeyong.

"Don’t even think about it!"

He erupted with demonic energy and charged forward.

But without Su Mo doing the main fighting, he wasn’t Wu Taeyong’s opponent at all.

Wu Taeyong didn’t even slow down.

The two exchanged only a few blows.

Three seconds.

That was all it took.

Boom!

Dowblis Snake was sent crashing into the ground.

Wu Taeyong followed with a devastating strike.

Bang!

The attack landed heavily.

Dowblis Snake’s body was blasted away, and he fell motionless among the rubble.

Wu Taeyong didn’t even spare him another glance.

He simply continued walking.

As though crushing a Nascent Soul cultivator had been nothing more than swatting away an annoying insect.

Not far away, Shen Kai stood frozen.

His eyes were still filled with grief after witnessing Wu Haruto’s death.

Yet when he saw Wu Taeyong approaching Yang Qingxi, his grief was quickly replaced by anger.

His fists clenched.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto the Pishacha King.

Wu Taeyong suddenly stopped.

He turned his head.

A savage grin appeared on his face.

"Are you angry, Shen Kai? Is it because of Haruto?"

Wu Taeyong chuckled.

"But shouldn’t you be more concerned about your wife?"

Shen Kai’s pupils contracted as he demanded an answer. "What do you mean? Make yourself clear!"

Wu Taeyong chuckled eerily.

"Yuna."

"Xehehe~"

His grotesque face twisted into a sinister grin.

"You know, she was such an amazing specimen."

"She possessed such a rare physique that even I envied her."

Shen Kai’s expression changed.

Wu Taeyong continued without the slightest concern.

"Because of that, I went through so much trouble to brainwash her."

"All so that after I broke through to the Soul Formation Stage, I could help her become the true Queen of the Pishachas."

He spread his arms and spoke with obsessive greed.

"My queen."

Shen Kai’s fists clenched tightly. His face had already turned pale.

"How dare you?"

"She’s your descendant!"

"How could you even fathom such thoughts about her?!"

His voice trembled with fury.

"Descendant? So what?"

Wu Taeyong tilted his head with an aura of nonchalance.

"You’ve lived for so long. Don’t tell me you still possess the morals of ordinary humans."

His crimson eyes swept across the surrounding cultivators.

"Remember, we are cultivators."

"Why should I care about such meaningless things?"

"As long as she’s qualified to become my partner..."

"What does anything else matter?"

His words stunned the surrounding elders.

They had lived for centuries and understood very well that cultivators could be ruthless.

The pursuit of strength could force them to abandon many things.