This time, Chu Hao had really gone all out. Although he was significantly injured, he also had more confidence.
Chu Hao stood up, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Netherworld People. His previous pathetic appearance was gone, replaced by a master's demeanor. He said, "Do you really think this Taoist Master can't deal with you? What I've learned in my life—what you saw just now was merely scratching the surface. I still have one more move, one that gathers all the Yin-Yang Techniques, Divine Arts, Taoist Arts, and Buddhist Arts. Even the Underworld Deities are extremely wary of it!"
The Netherworld People stopped, looking at him with a confused expression.
Clearly, it seemed to understand.
Chu Hao took a deep breath, raised his hand, mustered the True Qi from his dantian, extended his index finger, his gaze sharp, and roared loudly, "Come on then!"
"Ding! Host has reached peak pretentiousness, obtaining 5,000 Pretentiousness Points."
