One Little Ghost, One Chrysanthemum-Today, I'll Cut You Down! Six Thousand Words

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Golden Alligator Douluo's mouth as he said meaningfully:

"That's right. This old man did indeed self-destruct, and there truly wasn't a corpse left. But this old man was unwilling to accept it, so I spent a full ten thousand years crawling back from the Underworld to the mortal realm, turning into a vengeful ghost to claim the lives and souls of you father and son!"

"Impossible! You can't be Golden Alligator Douluo. He died long ago!" Tang Hao roared. "Show your true form! Don't think you can play tricks in front of me!"

"Play tricks? We are gods and ghosts to begin with. Why would we need to pretend?"

"Then today, let this Clear Sky Douluo see what true god-and-ghost power is."

Two voices rang out one after another.

The first was cold and terrifying, carrying a thoroughly drifting, unreal quality.

The second was soft and lilting, like a ghostly elegy.

Two figures appeared behind Tang Hao in an instant, their bodies likewise radiating God Level fluctuations.

One of them held a chrysanthemum between his fingers. His appearance was soft and feminine, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile still hung at the corner of his mouth.

The other was shrouded entirely in dark Death Breath Power, ghostly shadows flickering all around him, almost turning this entire stretch of sky into a domain of death.

"You—you people! How is this possible!"

Terror appeared on Tang Hao's face. Without even thinking, his figure abruptly retreated.

If Golden Alligator Douluo was someone he still had to hesitate over before daring to confirm.

Then Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei were two people he could not be more familiar with.

Added to that, the aura and pressure coming from Ghost Douluo was even