Thick smoke filled the surroundings before a powerful burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from its center, forcefully dispersing the smoke and heat in every direction.
Wu Taeyong slowly emerged.
His expression had turned incomparably dark.
Scorch marks covered parts of his robes and face, making him appear rather miserable. Even so, the injuries were only superficial.
At most, they were skin wounds.
The sight alone demonstrated the terrifying physique of a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator. Even though age had weakened him physically, his body still possessed astonishing durability.
Seeing his appearance, Dowblis Snake grinned.
"Did you enjoy my greeting...you old sucker?"
Wu Taeyong’s face instantly twisted with fury.
"Insolent thing! I’ll kill you!"
The ground beneath his feet shattered as he shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.
At almost the same moment, Dowblis Snake also rushed toward him without the slightest hesitation.
To the Foundation Building cultivators watching from behind, both figures simply disappeared.
Their movements had become so fast that it seemed as though they had teleported.
The next instant—
The two Nascent Soul cultivators collided head-on.
BOOM!!
The terrifying impact erupted through the underground prison, its force rivaling the explosions that had shaken the area only moments earlier.
The air above the White Moon Sect’s prison exploded beneath the force of their exchange.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed throughout the underground prison as Wu Taeyong’s fist collided head-on with Dowblis Snake’s own. The violent shockwave ripped through the prison grounds, reducing nearby buildings into rubble and sending countless stone fragments flying in every direction.
Deep cracks spread across the hardened ground while the surrounding prison walls trembled violently, as though they would collapse at any moment.
The cultivators whom Su Mo had rescued from their cells instinctively retreated another several steps. Although they had all been transformed into Demonic Servants, the pressure released by two Nascent Soul cultivators exchanging blows still made their hearts tremble. None of them dared interfere. Their task was only to watch, waiting for Su Mo’s next command.
Neither of the two combatants paused.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their figures vanished from sight.
Only thunderous explosions continued to erupt throughout the prison grounds as two blurred silhouettes flashed from one end of the battlefield to the other. Every clash lasted no longer than the blink of an eye before another collision erupted elsewhere, leaving behind shattered stone and violent streams of spiritual energy.
Wu Taeyong’s aged body moved with astonishing agility.
Moonlight Body!
A layer of silver radiance enveloped his frail physique as dense Yin energy surged through every meridian. His aged muscles expanded slightly, restoring much of the explosive power that years had gradually stolen from him.
The next instant, his fist shot forward.
Moon Breaking Fist!
Boom!
The surrounding air exploded before the punch had even reached its target.
Dowblis Snake crossed both arms before his chest.
The overwhelming force blasted him backward dozens of meters, his feet carving deep trenches across the cracked stone floor before he forcefully halted his retreat. Black demonic energy surged around his body as the damaged muscles in his arms rapidly recovered.
"So this is the old rat’s famous Moon Breaking Fist. The ones used by other members of the sect are simply incomparable."
Even after decades of decline, the technique still possessed terrifying destructive power.
Without hesitation, Dowblis Snake charged once more.
Crimson flames erupted around both fists.
Fire Serpent Fist!
His fists transformed into countless blazing afterimages, each punch resembling a fire serpent lunging toward its prey. Every strike carried immense physical strength alongside scorching flames.
Wu Taeyong remained expressionless.
His figure suddenly melted into the surrounding shadows.
Night Cloak!
His aura disappeared almost completely.
Dowblis Snake’s barrage struck nothing but empty air.
His pupils immediately contracted.
’Behind me!’
Wu Taeyong silently emerged from the darkness, Moonlight Body still reinforcing his physique. His fist descended with enough force to flatten a mountain.
Moon Breaking Fist!
Boom!
Dowblis Snake barely managed to raise his guard before the terrifying punch smashed directly into his shoulder.
His body shot downward like a falling meteor.
The ground exploded upon impact, sending shattered rocks soaring high into the air.
Before the dust could settle, crimson flames erupted from within the crater.
Dowblis Snake leapt back into the sky, his shoulder hanging unnaturally before black demonic energy rapidly repaired the damaged flesh.
"Hahaha!"
He laughed loudly while rotating his restored arm.
"As expected of the old monster."
"But..."
His grin widened mockingly.
"You old rat’s strength has declined."
He dodged another Moon Breaking Fist before suddenly appearing directly before Wu Taeyong.
"Weren’t you very arrogant back then?"
A blazing punch exploded toward the old man’s chest.
"Today..."
Boom!
Wu Taeyong blocked it with his forearm, but the impact still tore apart his sleeve.
"...I, Dowblis Snake, shall end your life!"
Wu Taeyong’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
"You insolent beast!"
His Yin Qi erupted violently. Although confused about why this guy had become so much stronger after all this time. His attacks didn’t stop.
Moonlight Body circulated to its limit as another devastating strike gathered in his fist.
Then...
His body suddenly became heavy.
"...What?"
His brows furrowed.
An unfamiliar force quietly seeped into his body.
His muscles weakened.
The circulation of spiritual energy through his meridians became sluggish.
Even his movements felt noticeably slower.
At the same time, an inexplicable sense of dread spread throughout his heart, causing his breathing to become slightly disordered.
Panels silently appeared before Yang Qingxi’s eyes.
[Curse Effect: Weakness]
[Curse Effect: Slowness]
[Curse Effect: Fear]
Hidden among the released prisoners, Yang Qingxi quietly lowered the hand concealed beneath her sleeve.
Under Su Mo’s Transformation Technique, she had become an ordinary-looking elderly woman with a frail appearance. Standing among the other rescued cultivators who had been transformed into Demonic Servants, she blended in perfectly.
Wu Taeyong never spared them a second glance.
From the very beginning, all of his attention had been fixed on Dowblis Snake.
The released prisoners surrounding the battlefield were nothing more than insignificant ants in his eyes. They were too weak to interfere in a battle between Nascent Soul cultivators.
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