Wu the Old Ghost was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"Mo the kid, I know you're talented and powerful, but I can still tell if my own son is dead or alive. Resurrection… not even the Saint Ancestors of the Immortal Realm can do that."
"I've made up my mind to die. There's no need to trick me or try to comfort me."
As he spoke, Wu the Old Ghost prepared to resume his Scattering Skill.
Mo Qi scoffed, his voice filled with pride. "The Saint Ancestors? So what? Just because it's impossible for them doesn't mean it's impossible for me!"
"Brother Wu, I said I would give you a surprise, not a scare. But if you don't even give me a chance to try, then your son really will die!"
Wu the Old Ghost hesitated.
He swept his son's body again and again with his Void Realm Divine Sense, confirming that there was absolutely no trace of vitality left.
His flesh and blood had been frozen solid, and he couldn't sense even the faintest ripple from his son's soul.
