The Dark Killing Ghost screamed in alarm as Chu Hao closed in, thrusting the Night Demon Spear in his hand. The spear lunged like a dragon.
"AH!"
The Dark Killing Ghost let out a piercing shriek. Even those outside the office building could faintly hear it. It didn't sound human, and their bodies involuntarily shuddered. A hole was pierced through the Dark Killing Ghost's left shoulder, and a black flame began to burn her soul.
A ghost's soul is already very fragile. Once injured, the pain is amplified a thousandfold. Chu Hao lifted the Night Demon Spear, pinning her against the wall, and said coldly, "Once a Taoist Master like myself makes a move, creatures like you, Xiao Gui, can be turned to ash in the blink of an eye."
"DING… Host successfully showed off, gaining 300 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao now exuded an incredibly terrifying oppressive force, stunning even Ze Ming, who stood by.
