Eighteen?
That’s impossible!
Even if he’d started Body Refining in the womb, there’s no way he could have developed such an incredibly powerful physical body—one that could shatter even a Tier Five Spiritual Soldier.
GASP...
The men all drew in a sharp, cold breath.
Su Mo said nonchalantly, "I’ve called you here to ask for a favor."
"What favor?"
The white-haired old man asked nervously.
He couldn’t gauge Su Mo’s true strength, so he dared not act rashly.
Su Mo said, "Relax, it’s nothing serious. I just want you to write down a few High-level Techniques for me from memory."
"High-level Techniques?"
The white-haired old man agreed, "That’s easy enough. Bring me a brush and some ink, and I’ll write them for you now and satisfy your request."
He knew plenty of techniques he no longer used, so just writing one down would suffice.
Su Mo tossed down a brush and some paper. "Just stand there and write. You don’t need to write too many. Five hundred should be enough."
"What? Five hundred?"
The white-haired old man’s face darkened.
He had planned to write down a single High-level Technique to placate Su Mo for the time being.
But who would have thought Su Mo would make such an outrageous demand, asking for five hundred?
How could he possibly write that many!
Besides, many of the techniques were ones he personally practiced. They couldn’t be shared, or others would learn his weaknesses and use them against him.
The white-haired old man tossed aside the brush and paper and roared, "Brat, you’re taking this too far! Do you really think I’m some pushover?"
"You’re unwilling?"
Su Mo’s brow furrowed.
The white-haired old man clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly, "It’s not that I’m being unreasonable, but with an arrogant attitude like yours, I wouldn’t write a single one for you even if I knew a hundred High-level Techniques."
"Then I’ll just have to beat you into submission and force you to write."
Su Mo lounged in his chair, casually raising a hand.
He hadn’t wanted to get physical.
’But since this old fool wouldn’t listen, I’ll just have to cripple him.’
"Fine by me! You think I’m afraid of you?"
The white-haired old man roared furiously, unleashing the full power of his Martial King Realm.
BOOM!
A terrifying aura erupted from the white-haired old man, making the hearts of everyone present tremble.
"So this is the power of a Martial King... It’s terrifying."
"I feel like he could kill me with a single palm strike."
"Forget just you. If he really lets loose, he could wipe out all of us."
Desolate Old Monster and the others said, their hearts pounding in terror.
As Martial Monarchs, they were by no means weak in the Northern Profound Domain. But before a Martial King, they were completely outclassed—utterly helpless.
The white-haired old man said arrogantly, "Brat, I’ll admit your physical body is strong. But you’re still far too green to be posturing in front of me."
’I’ve already decided. I have to kill Su Mo.’
’I won’t give him a chance to apologize.’
’Su Mo is too much of a monstrous talent. Before long, his power will surpass my own. I have to eliminate him now.’
’Otherwise, the consequences will be endless!’
However, before he could act, Su Mo attacked first, sending a massive golden palm flying toward him.
"What?"
The white-haired old man was stunned. He felt an unimaginable, terrifying pressure from the golden palm—a force he simply couldn’t block.
BOOM!
With a thunderous crash, the white-haired old man was slammed into the ground, his forehead gushing blood.
"What? Elder Baiyun was defeated?"
"But he’s a Martial King!"
"Elder Baiyun, a powerful Early Stage Martial King, couldn’t even block a single slap from that kid. What is that boy’s real strength?"
The ornate-robed and brocade-robed middle-aged men were aghast.
Desolate Old Monster and his men were just as stunned.
They knew Su Mo was strong, but they had never imagined he was *this* strong—defeating a Martial King with a single, casual slap.
And through it all, Su Mo had remained seated in his chair.
As steady as a mountain!
Su Mo asked nonchalantly, "Still want to fight?"
The white-haired old man stammered, "No more... I won’t fight anymore. I’ll do whatever you say, just please don’t kill me."
He felt utterly powerless against such a formidable opponent.
Even if he used every last ounce of his strength, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Being stubborn now would just be suicide.
"Giving up already?"
Su Mo scoffed, "If you’d just been obedient from the start, none of this would have happened. But no, you had to be stubborn and earn yourself a slap."
The white-haired old man’s face was a picture of misery.
’How was I supposed to know he was this strong?’
Su Mo commanded, "You two, dig him out. Then all of you get on the ground and start writing down those techniques for me."
"Yes, yes!"
The two middle-aged men nodded hastily and dug the white-haired old man out of the dirt.
The white-haired old man’s legs had been broken.
Forcing themselves, the three men managed to write down more than two hundred techniques each.
Su Mo said, displeased, "Didn’t I tell each of you to write five hundred? Why have you only written this many? And most of them are garbage."
"My lord, it’s not that we don’t want to write more... we’ve truly run out."
The three men said, their voices cracking as if they were about to cry.
The only reason they could produce even two hundred was because of their high-ranking, powerful positions in the Profound Celestial Sect, which had allowed them to accumulate many techniques over the years.
An ordinary person would be lucky to write even fifty.
Su Mo said, "It’s not that I particularly want to kill you. But since you failed to meet my requirements, I have to."
With that, Su Mo raised his palm, preparing to send the three on their way.
The three men were instantly scared witless.
They had just witnessed the power of Su Mo’s palm strike with their own eyes. If that hand came down, they would be smashed into nothing more than meat paste.
"My lord, spare us! I know where to find more techniques!"
The white-haired old man wailed.
Su Mo asked curiously, "And where would that be?"
The white-haired old man hurriedly explained, "At our Profound Celestial Sect! We have many—a full two or three thousand High-level Techniques!"
’That’s right! How could I forget about your Profound Celestial Sect?’
A look of sudden realization dawned on Su Mo.
’Getting techniques is easy. I can just go rob a Major Sect.’
After all, these Major Sects had developed over hundreds, even thousands of years, accumulating boundless resources and countless techniques.
"Is your Profound Celestial Sect far from here?"
Su Mo asked.
The white-haired old man answered, "Not far. It would take a Martial Artist half a month to get there. As for you, my lord, I estimate two days would be enough."
Su Mo nodded.
’A half-month journey isn’t far at all. And it would be even faster on a Demon Beast.’
After all, Demon Beasts were three times faster than humans.
Su Mo commanded, "Go get the Ink Flood Dragon for me. Tell it to bring all the Demon Beasts and follow me to the Profound Celestial Sect. Also, notify all the family disciples and the Xiao Alliance experts at the Martial Monarch realm and above. I’m taking them on a little raid... I mean, for some practical training."
"Yes, sir!"
Desolate Old Monster replied.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!
A few minutes later, an earth-shattering tremor shook Qingyang City as countless Demon Beasts charged out in formation.
"So many Demon Beasts?"
"There must be several thousand."
"There are even more behind them. It must be over ten thousand."
The white-haired old man and the two middle-aged men were utterly stunned at the sight of the densely packed horde of Demon Beasts.
’Someone actually raised this many Demon Beasts.’
’It’s horrifying!’
The Ink Flood Dragon came before Su Mo and said respectfully, "Elder Su, I have brought all the Demon Beasts under my command. A total of thirty-two thousand, not one is missing."
"Thirty-two thousand..."
Hearing the true number of Demon Beasts, the white-haired old man’s scalp went numb with terror.
This was a goddamn invincible army of Demon Beasts.
Who could possibly stand against it?
Even the most powerful Sect in the entire Northern Profound Domain would likely be trampled into dust.