However, he believed Chu Hao wouldn't kill him. With the Ghost Ancestor around, Chu Hao wouldn't dare.
Chu Hao took out the Ghost-whipping Whip and said, "Are you thinking I won't kill you, and that the Ghost Ancestor is your Amulet?"
Bai Yesheng raised his head to look straight at Chu Hao. There was dread in his eyes, but also a sliver of hope, as he said, "Isn't he?"
The Ghost-whipping Whip lashed down. Bai Yesheng was horrified to discover what the hell this thing was—it hurt like crazy when it hit, pain that drilled straight into his soul.
Bai Yesheng let out a shrill, miserable scream.
Chu Hao looked coldly at Bai Yesheng on the ground and said, "Even the Heavenly King came, he couldn't save you. Relax, I won't let you disperse so easily."
"Because I haven't had my fun yet."
Another lash came down.
Bai Yesheng screamed again and said in terror, "Holy Master, if you kill me, the Ghost Ancestor won't let you go."
Another lash.
