Ghost Catching System

Bai Yesheng was furious.

What do you mean, only this many ghosts?

Those were tens of thousands of ghosts, carefully collected and refined by him, and all of them were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

System prompt: "Mission issued, Despairing Bai Yesheng, make Bai Yesheng feel deep despair, mission complete."

System prompt: "Complete the mission, and you can earn ten million experience points."

System prompt: "Complete the mission, and you can earn three million merit points."

System prompt: "Complete the mission, and you will subsequently receive a rare treasure chest."

Finally, the mission has come.

And this mission reward is rich, Brother Hao is very pleased.

Bai Yesheng previously looked down on him, now he wants to make him experience despair, it’s a very gratifying thing.

Trying to show off in front of me, you must be looking for death.

Chu Hao folded his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "Is this your trick? Do you have more? This Holy Master hasn’t had enough fun yet."

Bai Yesheng’s expression turned cold, and he said: "This is just the beginning, don’t get too arrogant."

Bai Yesheng once again formed seals of ghost techniques, and five ghost shadows flew out from within him, each one a clone of himself.

Bai Yesheng sneered: "These five clones I carefully refined, each clone has tens of thousands of fierce ghosts, how strong can your Devouring Curse Mark be, can it absorb them?"

These clones are different from the previous fierce ghosts, their strength is definitely at the Monarch Level, at their peak, the Devouring Curse Mark cannot absorb them.

An ancient, haunting ghost shadow appeared, releasing terrifying ghost qi, and said coldly: "Bai Yesheng, long time no see."

Upon seeing Fang Han, Bai Yesheng sneered: "I wondered who it was, Fang Han, did you become a lapdog for the Yin-Yang Practitioners?"

Fang Han was furious and was about to strike.

Chu Hao said indifferently: "Fang Han, just watch."

Fang Han hesitated for a moment, then slightly nodded and stepped back.

Chu Hao took out a mirror and said coldly: "You have no idea who you’re facing, soon you’ll feel despair, then beg me for mercy."

He aimed the mirror, and five Chu Hao figures walked out from within, each emitting an aura of terror.

Chu Hao raised his hand and said coldly: "Tear them apart."

The five figures pressed in, Bai Yesheng was shocked.

How many tricks does this Holy Master actually have?

Chu Hao’s clones moved, attacking Bai Yesheng’s five ghost shadow clones.

Chu Hao’s clones were incredibly strong, immediately using the Dark Gold Curse Body and Qiankun Douling Technique, directly multiplying their power by twenty.

One of Bai Yesheng’s clones pounced, yet before it could even react, it witnessed a scene of a ghost being torn apart by hand.

A Bai Yesheng clone was grabbed, and using brute strength, it was forcibly torn apart, producing a shrill scream, with countless resentful ghosts exploding out from within.

These resentful ghosts numbered in the tens of thousands at least, yet all were absorbed cleanly by the surrounding Devouring Curse Mark.

"Ding... Qiankun Curse Body increased by forty percent."

"Ding... Qiankun Curse Body increased by forty-five percent."

Bai Yesheng’s carefully refined clones were utterly weaklings in Chu Hao’s five clones’ hands, directly swept away.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Only the last one remained, terrified and wanting to escape, but the five clones charged in, grabbing hands, feet, and head, directly tearing it into pieces.

The clone exploded, and countless vengeful spirits were absorbed.

"Ding... Qiankun Curse Body increased by seventy percent."

"Ding... Qiankun Curse Body increased by eighty percent."

Fang Han widened his eyes, involuntarily sucking in a breath of cold air, just the clones are this strong?

No wonder he is the Holy Master.

Bai Yesheng is in trouble.

Bai Yesheng was also stunned, regretting coming here, the title of Holy Master is well-deserved.

In both clashes, he took the initiative, Chu Hao didn’t even move, standing in the void, exerting an invisible pressure.

Bai Yesheng took a deep breath and said: "You are indeed very strong."

Chu Hao interrupted him directly and said: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Bai Yesheng’s anger rose, his ghost qi constantly increasing, even changing the color of the sky, and said: "I’m not definitely losing to you."

Bai Yesheng moved like a ghost phantom, appearing in front of Chu Hao, his fair and long hand reached directly toward Chu Hao’s heart, seeming to want to dig it out.

Bai Yesheng sneered, thinking he had won.

Yet, Bai Yesheng froze, because he had grasped air, and the Chu Hao in front of him was mere afterimage.

"Afterimage?" Bai Yesheng was surprised.

He turned his head and saw a palm fiercely swinging at him.

Bai Yesheng was directly slapped flying, emitting a scream unlike a human, landing on the ground, clutching his twisted face from the slap, in great pain.

Chu Hao still had his hands behind him, coldly looking at him.

"Is this your full strength? You dare come to me looking for trouble."

Bai Yesheng was furious, emitting a ghostly cry, the sound waves shaking the sky.

Bai Yesheng’s body flashed, appearing densely covered with ghost shadows, eerie as ancient trees, impossible to discern true from false.

But Chu Hao’s Ultimate Fiery Golden Eyes saw through everything, he rushed down with astonishing speed, creating a huge burst in the air.

With the Sage Master’s Cloak, the speed was five times the speed of sound.

Qiankun Douling Technique erupted upon contact with Bai Yesheng, and a dazzling inscription appeared on Chu Hao’s palm.

Suppression of Evil Talisman.

Bai Yesheng would never believe this was a Suppression of Evil Talisman.

When did the most ordinary talisman explode with such terrifying power?

"Boom!"

Bai Yesheng flew out again, his ghost body almost shattered.

Bai Yesheng rolled on the ground, screaming, a large palm print on his chest and the imprint of the talisman, almost impossible to erase in this lifetime.

The most terrifying part was Bai Yesheng’s soul force was totally dispersed, he wanted to gather ghost soul force, yet found it hard and very unstable.

Chu Hao admired inwardly, actually any talisman is fine, talismans naturally restrain ghosts, it just depends on who uses the talisman.

Chu Hao came before Bai Yesheng, suspiciously saying: "Are you really a King-level Ghost?"

Bai Yesheng was wary.

Actually, his King-level strength is watered down, he hit a bottleneck, and the Ghost Ancestor forcibly elevated him to Monarch Level.

Therefore, compared to typical King-level, Bai Yesheng fell short.

Yet, he is King-level, if he were in the Underworld, he would be on par with Yanjun, but now Chu Hao beat him with no resistance.

The combination of Dark Gold Curse Body and Qiankun Douling Technique is terrifyingly overwhelming.

Bai Yesheng’s soul force was tough to gather, he fearfully said: "Holy Master, spare me once, for the sake of the Ghost Ancestor."

Chu Hao indifferently said: "I told you earlier, you would beg, surely using the Ghost Ancestor to pressure me."

Bai Yesheng stood up, gritting his teeth: "Spare me this time."

Chu Hao swung his palm, Bai Yesheng’s body nearly scattered.

"Weren’t you bragging just now? Now you’re chickening out?"

"Ding... Host succeeded in counter-showing off and hitting face, gaining 60,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Counter-showing off Pretentiousness Points are indeed high.

Bai Yesheng’s ghost body blurred, he was extremely afraid, nearly getting slapped into non-existence.

Bai Yesheng gritted his teeth, not daring to make a sound, truly scared.