Luo Yan screamed, her face drained of color. Fang Linxuan was the first to stand up, saying angrily, "You dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"You could run too. Just as Old Master Luo said, if that thing is fed enough, maybe it'll leave," the burly man said viciously.
Old Master Luo said furiously, "You wouldn't dare!"
The burly man replied coldly, "My life's already hanging by a thread. What do I have to be afraid of?"
His words struck a nerve with many. "That's right, our lives are on the line! It's all your Luo Family's fault!"
The burly man sneered, about to grab Fang Linxuan's hair.
Suddenly, a flash of light streaked past, and the burly man's gun-holding hand flew into the air. His eyes widened as blood splattered, and he let out a horrific wail.
Chu Hao, holding the Yin Yang Sword, stood there with an air of supreme authority. He said coldly, "This Taoist Master is here. You dare to be so insolent? Did you ask for my permission?"
"Ding... Host has successfully shown off, earning 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Everyone turned to look at him, their hearts skipping a beat.
Luo Yan and Fang Linxuan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Chu Hao with gratitude.
Chu Hao, sword in hand, looked coldly at the burly man. "Do you think I'm just for show?"
The burly middle-aged man shuddered, seeing an endless coldness in Chu Hao's eyes, as if the Grim Reaper's hand was reaching for him.
"I... I..." The burly man's voice caught in his throat as if something was stuck, and he couldn't speak.
The Luo family members were ecstatic. Chu Hao had finally stood up for them.
But Chu Hao's next words plunged them into despair.
"Aside from them, do as you please with everyone else."
What happened to that imposing image from just moments ago? The Luo Family Descendants were terrified.
The burly man hung his head low, a savage light gleaming in his eyes.
Chu Hao laughed coldly. "Want revenge? Don't say this Taoist Master didn't give you a chance. I'll give you three seconds to pick up your gun. If you fail, your head will fly."
This underworld leader was scared out of his wits, his face pale.
Chu Hao's aura was too overwhelming. Everyone fell as silent as winter cicadas, especially Qin Feng and Gao Yuzhen, who were sweating profusely. Who exactly was Chu Hao? And they had actually dared to consider making an enemy of this person?
The burly man bowed his head, his whole body trembling.
Chu Hao snorted coldly. "Pick up your severed hand and wait quietly over there."
"Yes, yes." The burly man was now truly afraid of Chu Hao from the bottom of his heart.
Long Yuan and Du Yuezhen were excited. Chu Hao was finally going to take action, and they didn't want to miss this opportunity. They watched with wide eyes, afraid of missing the slightest detail.
Only to hear Chu Hao muttering, "You stupid mantis, flying so high. This won't do... I need to find some bait to lure it down."
He was muttering, but those nearby heard him clearly, and each one gasped.
Chu Hao turned to look for bait, only to find that the crowd had retreated five or six meters, leaving a large empty space around him as they watched him with fear.
"Ding... Host has successfully performed a Scary Show Off, earning 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao felt somewhat helpless. Relying on this group to act as bait is completely out of the question. Forget it. If I run towards the Formation, the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis will see me and will surely follow. Given its temperament, it won't let anyone escape.
"Don't any of you move," he warned everyone.
Everyone nodded like chickens pecking rice, wishing they could shrink into a ball.
Old Master Luo said excitedly, "Master Chu, are you finally going to take action?"
Chu Hao glanced at Old Master Luo and said, "Don't get the wrong idea. This Taoist Master is helping Luo Yan. As for whether the rest of you live or die, what does that have to do with me?" Chapters first released on NoveI[F]ire.net
Old Master Luo didn't dare say a word. He was completely cowed and had lost all his nerve. As long as we can survive this ordeal, I wouldn't mind even if Master Chu points at my nose and curses me!
Chu Hao stared into the sky. It was too dark to see where the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis was. He scoffed.
Step by step, he walked out and arrived at the center of the Formation. Looking up, he said, "You dead mantis! If you have the guts, come down and fight me one-on-one! In front of this Taoist Master, you're nothing but an insect. I can squash you flat without breaking a sweat."
No Pretentiousness Points awarded. It seems I'm still not showing off enough.
Chu Hao continued, "Little mantis, don't say this Taoist Master didn't give you a chance. I'll let you take three hundred rounds first. If I make one move, you'll take my surname."
"Ding... Host has shown off to a Ghost, gaining 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Above, the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis was enjoying its meal. Hearing Chu Hao's words, it paused and looked down, surprised that a human dared to provoke it.
Little mantis? And he'll let me have three hundred rounds? This human is really asking for death!
The Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis showed a human-like expression of disdain. No one had ever dared to offer it three hundred rounds. Not even the human who had once subdued it would have dared to utter such words.
In the eyes of the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis, Chu Hao was already its prey.
The Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis dove down.
Chu Hao narrowed his eyes, a talisman suddenly appearing in his hand. His senses were extremely sharp. To others, the speed of the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis was a blur, but to him, although it was fast, he could still see it clearly.
Everyone held their breath. Can Chu Hao really succeed?
That thing was too fast, far beyond anything a human could possibly resist, like a monster from a sci-fi movie.
Chu Hao was extremely cautious. From beginning to end, he had never underestimated this mantis. If he made one careless mistake, his life would be forfeit.
As the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis was about to enter the range of the Formation, it suddenly slammed on the brakes, hovering just outside. It stopped just a hair's breadth away.
Chu Hao was astounded. Such a powerful Ghost! It actually knew I set up a Formation!
Chu Hao's heart couldn't help but pound. This creature is terrifying! He began to doubt if the crude, temporary Formation he'd set up could actually stop it.
It looks like... I'll have to prepare my trump card: let Diao Chan come out to fight alongside me, and use the True Word Brush.
Suddenly, the mantis let out a shriek and, astonishingly, spoke in a human voice, its anger mixed with fear, "It's you! It's really you! I've been suppressed by you for so many years, and you still don't plan to let me go?! AHHH!!"
Chu Hao froze, completely bewildered.
What in the world is going on? It feels Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis recognizes me.
It wasn't just Chu Hao who was confused; the anxious crowd was all dumbfounded. This terrifying mantis was actually afraid of Chu Hao.
"Ding... Invisible show-off is the deadliest, gaining 800 Pretentiousness Points."
Sweet... An invisible act of showing off, just like that. But what exactly is going on here? Even though I'm confused, the show must go on. After all, as a qualified Pretentious Expert, I have to maintain my composure and keep showing off, even when facing mortal danger.
Chu Hao's eyes widened in anger as he bellowed, "Little mantis, surrender now! When this Taoist Master makes a move, even I scare myself!"
The Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis stared intently at Chu Hao, hesitating, not daring to advance.
I know very well that I am no match for this person. Years ago, I was subdued by this damned human and suppressed for over a hundred years!
The Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis retreated, warily saying, "I'm not coming down! You think you can fool me again? Dream on!"