"Chu Hao, this saint will tear you to pieces."
The voice of the Ghost Saint thundered below the Netherworld Hell, like a storm.
However, the Ghost Saint couldn't ascend to the human world; the Yin Yang Order of this world wasn't just a joke. It could only roar from below, powerless against Chu Hao.
Chu Hao certainly knew all this. He sneered, holding the Empty Wood Flame Fan, arrogantly said, "What Ghost Saint? If you've got the guts, come up and fight me one-on-one. Let's see if you can go three hundred rounds with this Taoist Master. I'm afraid you're just a coward."
The Netherworld Ghost Saint was truly infuriated, causing the entire hell below to tremble.
Chu Hao's heart was pounding, but he quickly recovered; if the Netherworld Ghost Saint could come up, it would have done so already.
"Netherworld rat, hiding below, what are you? If you dare come up, I'll even give you three moves."
