A surge of blue light suddenly emerged from the palm.
At this moment, Qin Hao could feel himself being locked on.
In horror, he shouted, "Sir, don't you want to know the details of your disciple's death?"
Daoist Shan Xu shook his head, "I said, the process is not important, the result is. My disciple is dead, it's his incompetence, but I, as his master, can't be incompetent. Therefore, you must die."
With that said, the green light in his palm grew even brighter.
"Sir!" Qin Hao grew more afraid and shouted in panic, "Your disciple spoke about you before he died, don't you want to hear it..."
"No."
Daoist Shan Xu smiled slightly, "Young man, you've truly used every means possible to survive. But what's the use? In the end, I still have to kill you."
Qin Hao was anxious as if on fire, if no accident occurred, dying here seemed unavoidable.
Really, after roaming for a lifetime, am I truly going to die at this old ghost's hands?
