Fu Sang was almost on the brink of collapse.
Is this kid even human?
Where does he get such power? It's completely unscientific; it's much more terrifying than his ghost body.
Fu Sang stood up, the Trident wrapped in Soul Force, and roared, "Mortal, I am the Netherworld Hell Ghost Saint Child. What are you, an ant from the Human World? Die."
However, the strength levels of both sides weren't on the same scale. Chu Hao easily kicked away the Trident, channeling his strength, and delivered a powerful punch.
Fu Sang screamed in misery, a hole was blasted open on his right chest, and the Greenwood Flame scorched his ghost body like ants.
Fu Sang was in pain, and his expression changed dramatically.
"Impossible, a mere ant from the Human World, how can you hurt me?" Fu Sang couldn't accept it.
Chu Hao said bluntly, "Trash is trash, are all the evil ghosts from Netherworld Hell this weak? You talk about turning me into an oil lamp, but I'll refine you first."
