Ghost Catching System

Atop Beacon Tower.

Zhang Lingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a superior aura as he looked down on Chu Hao. ”I can offer you a way to live. Hand over the Ghost Sutras and the True Word Brush, and I will spare your life.”

Chu Hao, having already signed his death warrant, turned and said, ”Don’t you want to avenge your uncle?”

Zhang Lingfeng scoffed. ”Someone will avenge my uncle.”

Chu Hao said impatiently, ”Not for revenge, just for your own benefit. Are all of you from Longhu Mountain this shameless?”

Below Beacon Tower, many people from Longhu Mountain glared angrily at Chu Hao.

”Chu Hao, you are shameless! The True Word Brush rightfully belongs to our Longhu Mountain,” a young man declared.

Chu Hao sneered. ”Just a short time ago, you claimed the True Word Brush belonged to Taoism. Now it belongs to Longhu Mountain. How exactly do you in Taoism divide things? Like one big happy family?”

Historically, Taoism was divided into countless sects with intense internal conflicts. Chu Hao’s remark about ”one big happy family” was truly a disdainful sneer.

That disciple fell silent, feeling rather embarrassed.

Zhang Lingfeng, hands still clasped behind him, his presence overbearing, said, ”You have another choice: follow me, and I’ll ensure your safety in these chaotic times.”

Chu Hao slowly ascended Beacon Tower. ”Where do you get such confidence? Or have I been so low-key recently that trash like you dares to prance around before me?”

Zhang Lingfeng’s eyes turned colder. ”Fine. Then prepare to die.”

The Black Panther stood beside Zhang Lingfeng, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Chu Hao, as if it would pounce and tear this human apart at any moment.

Zhang Lingfeng commanded, ”Eat him.”

A chill flashed in Chu Hao’s eyes. Zhang Lingfeng was resolved to kill him; there was nothing more to say.

The Black Panther charged, its speed incredible, like a streak of black lightning.

Chu Hao took a step forward, his stance fierce as he met the attack head-on.

Zhang Lingfeng sneered. Who does Chu Hao think he is? Trying to fight a beast with a human body? This Black Panther is a demon! He dares to fight a demon beast head-on? Let’s see how he dies.

In the very first exchange, the Black Panther lunged, its jaws agape.

Chu Hao suddenly threw a punch, his speed erupting to its utmost limit in the next instant.

BANG!

Unexpectedly, the Black Panther was sent flying. Its forehead took a heavy blow, feeling as if its skull had shattered, and it let out a muffled roar.

The Black Panther hit the ground and struggled to get up. It didn’t charge again, warily watching Chu Hao.

Chu Hao pulled back his fist, still standing in his original spot, radiating the dignity of a Grandmaster. He said coldly, ”It’s been a long time since I’ve had game. Today, I’ll eat you.”

The Black Panther was furious. After all, it was a Demon King, and though only recently having achieved that rank, it was not to be underestimated.

The Black Panther shook its head, and suddenly an additional leopard head appeared—a two-headed panther!

The crowd went wild, whipping out their phones to snap photos and record videos, utterly astounded by the sight.

The Black Panther roared and attacked once more.

Chu Hao waved his hand. A gleaming long knife appeared. With a push from his feet, he burst forward at the speed of a whirlwind, leaving a roaring sound in his wake.

Zhang Lingfeng was taken aback; he couldn’t even see his opponent’s speed.

PFFT!

The Black Panther howled miserably as one of its heads flew off.

Then another slash followed, the cold light of the blade terrifying the Black Panther. It had already moved as fast as it could, extending its claws to block the attack, but an entire claw was severed, blood gushing.

Chu Hao flicked his long knife, scattering droplets of blood onto the ground, and said icily, ”I was killing Demon Kings when you were still just a little cat.”

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The Black Panther was terrified; it understood human speech.

A commotion arose among the crowd. Although they couldn’t clearly see the movements, the fact that Chu Hao had slain the Black Panther was undeniable. Was this guy even human?

Zhang Lingfeng’s face turned ugly. They had already investigated. Chu Hao had the power to contend with Ghost Kings and Demon Kings, but they hadn’t expected a Black Panther demon to be so easily defeated by him.

Consumed by fear, the Black Panther turned to flee, but Chu Hao wasn’t about to let it escape. Killing an animal to whet his appetite was just the beginning. He channeled his True Qi into his blade and slashed down.

The quality of his True Qi was incomparable to before, having improved by several levels.

The massive Black Panther was cleaved in two, its blood splattering everywhere.

Chu Hao, like a God Killer, turned his head to look at Zhang Lingfeng and said calmly, ”Now it’s your turn.”

The crowd below Beacon Tower erupted, photographers frantically snapping pictures, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Zhang Lingfeng felt his scalp tingle with fear. No matter how arrogant he was, he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the terror of that slash.

As an Inborn Expert, he was acutely aware of the strength of True Qi. Chu Hao’s True Qi had imbued the blade, making the panther’s body as easy to cut as tofu. If it struck a human, the result would be no different.

Panic swirled in Zhang Lingfeng’s heart; his opponent’s strength was beyond his expectations. Why had he become so powerful in such a short time?

But now, with so many eyes upon him, retreating was not an option. Enraged, he yelled, ”You killed my mount! You’re courting death!”

Zhang Lingfeng’s hands formed seals, and his sleeves burst apart, revealing a dragon tattoo on his left arm that shone brightly, as if a real dragon had manifested.

Below the stage, the disciples of Longhu Mountain exclaimed, ”Dragon-Tiger Fist! Senior Brother Zhang Lingfeng has trained it to this level! His left arm transformed into a dragon—Chu Hao is doomed!”

Longhu Mountain focused on martial arts; its disciples were trained in combat from a young age, making them well-suited for slaying demons.

After a fortunate encounter, Zhang Lingfeng had mastered the essence of the Dragon-Tiger Fist, hence the dragon tattoo on his left arm. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the tattoo was composed of talismans, hinting at immense hidden power.

Zhang Lingfeng lunged forward with explosive speed, aiming a punch at his opponent’s forehead—a strike meant to kill.

”Die!” Zhang Lingfeng bellowed, and faintly, a dragon’s roar could be heard.

Chu Hao planted his long knife into the stone floor. Facing the punch, he remained unfazed as a torrent of True Qi erupted from within him like a tidal wave!

The terrifying True Qi billowed like waves, unleashing in all directions.

Too late. Below, at Beacon Tower Mountain, the elders of Longhu Mountain stirred, and someone shouted, ”Lingfeng! Be careful!”

Facing the fierce Dragon-Tiger Fist, Chu Hao reached out and grasped the incoming fist.

The force of the punch didn’t even make him budge!

The once-mighty dragon, now caught, seemed as pitiful as a loach.

Zhang Lingfeng’s heart lurched; he nearly screamed aloud.

”Let him go!”

The Longhu Mountain elders couldn’t sit still any longer.

Others from the Taoist community were also stunned. How strong was Chu Hao? In that instant he released his True Qi, it felt like facing a Qingtian giant.

Chu Hao’s expression remained unchanged as he declared, ”Did you really think that with the resurgence of the Human World, you could bully others as you please? Take a good look at who I, Chu Hao, am!”

Fear gripped Zhang Lingfeng as a terrifying pressure squeezed his fist, his bones cracking audibly!

”AAH!” Zhang Lingfeng screamed in agony, drenched in cold sweat.

”Stop!”

A Grandmaster of Longhu Mountain ascended Beacon Tower, but it was too late.

”If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price.”

Chu Hao paid no heed. He channeled True Qi to his fingertips and pressed them to Zhang Lingfeng’s forehead.

The strike was like a fired bullet.

SPLAT! The back of Zhang Lingfeng’s head seemed to be pierced by a bullet, blood spattering as he fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

The crowd was in an uproar. Zhang Lingfeng was dead, just like that?

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