"Ghost Princess, have you gone mad?" Yao Hu berated.
In his view, Liang Qian shouldn't be so afraid of Chu Hao. What was really going on?
Liang Qian said, "Yao Hu, Master Chu Tian's strength far exceeds our collective imagination. I advise you to surrender as well."
Yao Hu was furious. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
Liang Qian nodded. "Perfectly clear."
Yao Hu roared, "The Cult Leader will not let you off!"
Chu Hao suddenly appeared before Yao Hu and said coldly, "That so-called Nether Cult... I will be paying it a visit. I hope some of you can actually stop me."
He grabbed for Yao Hu's hand, intending to capture him, but the latter just let out a cold laugh.
"Be careful, it's poisoned!" Liang Qian warned.
Chu Hao immediately felt a burning, searing pain in his palm. He released Yao Hu and looked at his hand; it had already turned black, with Ghost Qi emanating from it.
