"So~ Yang Techniques are your weakness."
Su Mo's amused voice suddenly sounded nearby.
Cold sweat covered Wu Taeyong's forehead.
He slowly turned toward Su Mo.
His eyes widened in horror.
'How did this guy suddenly became so strong?!'
He could clearly sense Su Mo's current cultivation.
Nascent Soul Stage (Level 7)!
Wu Taeyong's heart trembled.
'Directly jumping three levels...'
'It's simply absurd!'
'And what was with his insane speed?'
Why couldn't he catch his movements?
No matter how much Wu Taeyong thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.
Unfortunately for him, Su Mo had no intention of giving him enough time to think.
"Well, I've wasted enough time."
Su Mo's eyes narrowed.
"Now it's over for you."
"Hah!"
Despite being at a disadvantage, Wu Taeyong remained arrogant.
"Ridiculous. Do you really think you can kill me?"
"I am immortal!"
"Even if you kill this body, so what? I can simply switch to another one."
A sinister expression appeared on his face.
