Su Mo and Yang Qingxi, however, looked at each other.
Neither seemed particularly able to empathize.
Su Mo blinked.
"Huh?"
"Is it difficult?"
"..."
Silence.
Wu Taeyong stared at him.
The elders stared at him.
Even Yang Qingxi’s lips twitched slightly.
Su Mo’s curiosity didn’t appear to be fake.
He genuinely wanted to know the answer.
Wu Taeyong remained silent for several seconds.
Finally, he sighed.
"A genius like you..."
"...can never understand the pain of us ordinary cultivators."
The elders immediately rolled their eyes inwardly.
He’s right.
But...
From which angle does you monstrous Pishacha King look like an ordinary cultivator?!
If you’re ordinary, then what does that make us? Trash?
Unfortunately, the terrifying pressure radiating from Wu Taeyong forced them to maintain stoic expressions.
No one dared say it aloud.
Wu Taeyong continued.
"Too bad."
"Even as a genius..."
"...you’re about to die today."
He looked toward Su Mo with absolute confidence.
"And since you’re going to die anyway, there’s no point in answering your questions."
"Hey, hey!"
Su Mo immediately complained.
"You’re not following the script."
"Shouldn’t you just blabber everything out before getting killed by me?"
Wu Taeyong’s crimson eyes narrowed.
"Do you still believe you can kill me?"
"Of course."
Su Mo smiled confidently.
"An old man like you is more suited for a grave than a battlefield like this."
He casually raised his sword.
"As an outstanding youth of this generation, I can’t just leave you lying around."
"I’ll even help arrange a coffin for you."
"..."
Wu Taeyong stared at him.
"You overestimate yourself."
His voice was filled with disdain.
"Then let’s see."
Su Mo suddenly raised both hands. His eyes flashed.
"Magnetic Coffin—Extreme Burial!"
The moment his voice fell—
Whoosh!
From every direction, countless metallic particles suddenly surged forward.
Iron grains.
Those tiny pieces of metal poured toward Wu Taeyong like a gigantic metallic flood.
The ground. The air.
Even the space surrounding him.
Within a radius of fifty meters, everything seemed to become a sea of metal.
The flood moved far too quickly.
Wu Taeyong’s expression changed.
He attempted to move.
But the metallic flood had already reached him.
"Get lost!"
His dark energy exploded.
His arms rapidly expanded as enormous claws formed around them.
Slash!
The giant claws tore through the incoming metal flood.
But the scattered iron grains immediately recombined.
They simply flowed around the claws before continuing forward.
Wu Taeyong’s crimson eyes narrowed in shock.
"What?!"
The metallic flood completely surrounded him.
Several Pishachas standing nearby were caught within it.
Before they could react—
Squelch!
Their bodies were swallowed by the metallic torrent.
The enormous pressure crushed them instantly, turning their bodies into bloody paste before they disappeared beneath the countless rotating grains.
The metallic flood continued spreading.
Then—
It began wrapping around Wu Taeyong.
Layer after layer of metal rapidly formed around his enormous body.
Within seconds...
A gigantic metallic sphere had formed.
Like a coffin.
No...
A tomb!
Su Mo smiled gently.
"Old ghost." He raised one hand.
"Your coffin comes with an attached grinder."
His smile widened as he spoke.
"Enjoy~"
The next instant—
Buzz!
The metallic sphere began trembling.
Then it started rotating.
Faster and,
Faster!
The countless iron grains inside the sphere began moving at terrifying speed.
Magnetic force controlled every single particle with absolute precision.
The metallic ball transformed into a gigantic grinding chamber.
The friction between the countless grains rapidly generated heat.
Wu Taeyong’s expression finally changed.
"What are you—?!"
His voice was cut short.
"AAARRRGHHHH!"
A horrifying scream erupted from inside the metallic coffin.
The Pishacha King, who had appeared moments ago with overwhelming confidence, suddenly began screaming in agony.
His enormous body was being relentlessly ground between countless metallic particles.
His claws were shredded.
His arms were torn apart.
Pieces of gray flesh were continuously grinded away before being pulverized by the rotating metal.
"ARRRGHH!"
His screams echoed throughout the prison.
The metallic coffin continued rotating.
The temperature rapidly increased. It has long crossed thousand degree celcius.
The iron grains began glowing from the heat generated by their incredible speed.
The smell of burning flesh filled the battlefield.
The cultivators who witnessed the scene were completely stunned.
Even the Pishachas that had just fallen to their knees to welcome their king froze.
Then—
ROAR!
They rushed toward their master in an attempt to save him.
But before they could even attacks the metallic sphere to break it...
Whoosh!
The powerful magnetic force suddenly dragged several Pishachas toward it.
"No!"
Their bodies were pulled into the rotating metal.
Squelch!
They were instantly crushed.
Another group was dragged in.
Then another.
The metallic grinder devoured everything that came close.
Many pishachas were torn apart before they could even touch the coffin.
The remaining creatures hesitated.
The Pishacha Army seemed uncertain of what to do.
Their king was screaming inside that horrifying metallic sphere.
And they couldn’t even approach him.
Meanwhile, Su Mo stood calmly outside. His hand remained raised. His eyes were fixed on the rotating metallic coffin.
Inside...
Wu Taeyong was suffering an unimaginable assault.
His newly acquired Pishacha body possessed terrifying resilience.
Otherwise, he would have already died.
But resilience didn’t mean immunity.
His flesh was being continuously ground away.
His limbs were shredded.
His torso suffered countless wounds.
His bones were repeatedly crushed before his powerful vitality attempted to restore them.
Yet before they could fully regenerate...
They were ground apart again.
The cycle continued.
Regenerate.
Grind.
Regenerate.
Grind.
Wu Taeyong’s screams gradually became hoarse. Slowly his recovery was also failing.
The overwhelming confidence he had displayed after transforming into the King of Pishachas had completely vanished.
There was only pain.
And rage.
After what felt like an eternity... The metallic sphere finally slowed.
Su Mo lowered his hand slightly. This move was tiring.
The grinding sound gradually disappeared.
Clang...
Countless metallic particles fell to the ground.
The gigantic sphere collapsed.
What remained inside...was Wu Taeyong.
Or rather... What was left of him.
His enormous Pishacha body was barely recognizable.
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