Life is like a play.
Who takes whom seriously?
Showing off like the wind, that's me.
Chu Hao's cold gaze seemed to see through everything about Lin, who felt the atmosphere was tense and that the rhythm was well controlled by the other party.
"Who doesn't give me face in the Underworld?"
"I've dealt with Foreign Ghosts from the Underworld and didn't die."
"The Ghost Demon of the Rebirth Realm couldn't do anything to me either."
"What are you?"
Chu Hao raised his voice, pressing tightly on Lin.
Everyone was stunned; Chu Hao had such experiences that any one of them could frighten people to death.
"You're just a pawn of The Fourth Netherworld Ghost. Even if you have the Heavenly Path Pupil, you're still just a lackey from a family of House Slaves."
Lin's face darkened, somewhat angry.
However, regardless of true or false, Chu Hao now was unfathomable.
Chu Hao was quite satisfied with Lin's state; it seemed he was truly intimidated.
