"Is that so? Then I'd really like to see just how much of that so-called true strength you have!"
Ning Wangshu looked at the old man and spoke calmly.
Seeing that Ning Wangshu wouldn't be swayed, the old man's expression immediately darkened. "You ignorant brat, don't push me too far! If you really force me to act, you won't even get the chance to regret it!"
"Heh. You've said so much, so why don't you make your move? If you don't act soon, I'll have to cripple your cultivation first!"
As he spoke, Ning Wangshu slowly raised his right hand.
Seeing this, the old man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Boy, you brought this on yourself. When you reach Hades' Hall, don't blame me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he beckoned with one hand, and a Bone Staff that radiated a greenish glow appeared in his grasp.
Immediately afterward, he swung the Bone Staff sharply and began chanting an incantation.
In an instant, a burst of greenish light surged from the Bone Staff, transforming into a hideous Ghost God's head. Roaring, it lunged viciously at Ning Wangshu.
Fang Yiming and the others were startled by the sight. They stared at the hideous Ghost God's head in terror, swallowing with difficulty as their faces paled.
"G-ghost..."
Zeng Yanping cried out, trembling uncontrollably.
Although she, Fang Yiming, and Manager Tang all knew that the old man wasn't an ordinary person and possessed abilities beyond the imagination of normal people,
they were still frightened to see him apparently "summon" a "ghost."
Zhou Jing and Su Mujing, standing behind Ning Wangshu, were equally terrified, their little faces deathly pale.
Noticing their reactions, Ning Wangshu gave a quiet laugh. Then his gaze returned to the Ghost God's head hurtling toward him.