Ghost Catching System-Chapter 648 - 647: Suppression of Strength_1

Chen Shan couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Chief Instructor, who exactly is our superior?"

Chen Fugui relaxed, looked at the He family's fourth son, and chuckled, "You're just a kid; you wouldn't understand."

Chen Shan said, disgruntled, "If you don't tell me, how do you know I won't understand?"

Chen Fugui searched the fourth son and found some yellow talismans in his pocket. He said excitedly, "Just as I thought, this mission isn't simple. This person is the fourth son of the He family; he must know talisman arts."

The fourth son's eyes widened in utter despair.

Scratching his head, Chen Shan asked, "What's this?"

Chen Fugui replied, "Something that could kill you instantly. Cover his mouth and don't let him say anything."

How ruthless! Definitely mercenaries who understand the Yin and Yang Realm.

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The He Family Mansion was in a state of panic. More and more people were being controlled, and the key figure had yet to appear.

Finally, after waiting for over an hour, they heard a mansion bodyguard announce, "Someone's here!"

Leaning on a cane, the He Family Old Man said gravely, "They've arrived. Welcome our guest."

More than half of the He Family came out to the front.

At that moment, a sedan stopped at the entrance of the He Family Mansion. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the car.

Some of the younger He Family members were also extremely nervous. Who could it be that makes Grand-uncle He so anxious? It must be someone with enough power to blot out the sky with one hand.

Chu Hao stepped out of the car. He was dressed casually, his eyes cold. Due to the journey, he hadn't rested well, and the dark circles under his eyes were severe. A grim aura emanated from him.

It couldn't be helped; he had been dealing with the Resentful Ghost Army for the past few days and had inevitably picked up some of their chilling presence.

Chu Hao's gaze swept towards the iron gate of the He Family Mansion. The gate was firmly shut. A group of He Family members and rows of bodyguards stood behind it. He recognized only He Tao and He Chenguang.

"DING! Host's imposing display has earned you 2,000 Pretentious Points."

Everyone his gaze swept over swallowed hard.

This young man, though ordinary in appearance, carried an inexplicable aura of dominance. This pressure teemed with killing intent. It felt as if with a single thought from him, everyone present could die.

That was the nature of the Yin and Yang Realm.

Chu Hao said coldly, "I'm giving you one minute. Release my family."

What an imperious declaration!

Anyone could imagine what would happen after that minute.

An intangible pressure bore down on everyone, making their breathing quicken. They were so tense that cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

He Tao exclaimed agitatedly, "Chu Hao, how dare you act so presumptuously at the He Family's residence!"

Chu Hao looked at him, and He Tao's body stiffened.

Dong Qi and Liang Qian stepped forward. Dense swarms of ghost butterflies erupted around Dong Qi, while Liang Qian produced a long whip in her hand that resembled a centipede.

Their stance showed they were ready to fight their way in.

Diao Chan stepped forward. This peerlessly beautiful woman, with her stunning features and icy demeanor, was completely different from her former self.

A small snake slithered out of Diao Chan's sleeve. With a soft CRACKLE, billowing black Qi filled the air.

The small snake transformed into a gigantic serpent, well over ten meters long and as thick as a bucket. One could faintly see two horns on its head, and it exhaled black vapor from its nostrils.

Ghost Dragon, Qiu.

It had been by Diao Chan's side for a long time. Over the past six months, it had grown so large that it increasingly resembled a dragon. To be precise, it *was* a dragon—a Ghost Dragon.

Qiu emerged and coiled around Diao Chan, casting the beauty in an even more sinister, almost witch-like light.

Even Dong Qi and Liang Qian, seeing Qiu up close for the first time, could feel the terrifying Ghost Qi emanating from the Ghost Dragon.

A childlike voice piped up, "So many souls! Eating them will surely help me grow taller."

Everyone's scalp tingled.

"DING! Diao Chan, by accentuating the Host's imposing presence, has earned you 2,000 Pretentious Points."

Diao Chan was genuinely furious, her eyes, calm as still water, fixed on the He Family members.

Damn! We haven't even started fighting, and they're already exuding such terrifying pressure. Chu Hao hasn't even made a move yet, and just the people around him are this formidable! Not to mention Dong Qi and Liang Qian, who are clearly experts at a glance. Diao Chan is even more terrifying, and she has a pet Ghost Dragon!

"Thirty seconds," Chu Hao stated.

"DING! Subtle displays of dominance are the most lethal. The Host gains 4,000 Pretentious Points."

This continuous show of power must be exerting immense psychological pressure on them! Psychological dominance is truly the deadliest.

The He Family members all felt like crying. Under such extreme suppression, who would dare to fight back?

The He Family Old Man, leaning on his cane, was both shocked and saddened. So this is the disparity in strength within the Yin and Yang Realm! He said, "Young friend Chu, we truly didn't kidnap your family."

He Chenguang also said anxiously, "Don't act rashly! Our He Family knows how formidable you are; we wouldn't dare kidnap your relatives. It's clear someone is framing our He Family!"

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin," Chu Hao retorted.

He stepped forward, and with a flick of his hand, the Ritian Stick appeared.

As Chu Hao planted the Ritian Stick on the ground, the golden rod instantly began to expand.

Larger.

And larger.

It only stopped when it was over ten meters tall. A colossal, sky-piercing rod now towered before the He Family Mansion, so magnificent that if it were to fall, it would undoubtedly crush countless people.

Every He Family member's scalp tingled. Never before had they felt their very lives so utterly controlled by a single person, and in such a short amount of time.

Some were desperate, some resentful, and others were so frightened they collapsed, paralyzed with fear.

The He Family Old Man, leaning on his cane and filled with bitter reluctance, said, "Chu Hao, our He Family truly did not kidnap your family. If you don't believe us, there's nothing more we can do. All the assets of the He Family conglomerate can be yours. We only ask that you spare the lives of the He Family's descendants."

A group of youths cried out defiantly, "We are not afraid to die!"

The youth who had spoken was struck to the ground by the He Family Old Man with his cane. "Shut up! This is not your place to speak!"

The youth clutched his face, in immense pain.

Other young people, who had also been unafraid of death, immediately fell silent after hearing the Old Man. They dared not utter another word.

The He Family Old Man sighed. "I know you're upset, but annihilating our He Family won't solve your problems. Please, reconsider."

Could it really not be the He Family? Chu Hao wondered. However, it's also possible they don't want to hand over the person right now. If they did, it would be an admission of guilt, and I wouldn't spare them anyway.

"Whoever touches my family, I will ensure they die," Chu Hao declared.

With a push of his hand, the Ritian Stick began to topple.

The He Family members despaired.

Some even huddled together; the disparity in strength was simply too vast for them to resist.

After a moment, they realized the Ritian Stick hadn't crashed down. They were unharmed. One by one, they opened their eyes.

The enormous rod had vanished. It reverted to its original size and then disappeared from Chu Hao's hand.

Such abilities were practically indistinguishable from those of the immortals depicted on television. The He Family members stared at him, completely dumbfounded.