‘Damn it. If I hadn’t been sleeping for so long due to that stupid seal in the graveyard, I wouldn’t be this weak,’ the ghost general thought to himself. Being knocked back by this little rascal that was still at the First Stage was somewhat humiliating for him.
Song Shuhang secretly shook his fist; that thing was quite hard! Even if it was weakened, the body of the ghost general could be compared to that of a cultivator of the Second Stage. If one were to compare it to a shield, its hardness wouldn’t be any less than that of the steel door that Song Shuhang had tried to destroy when recovering True Monarch White’s statue.
After stabilizing itself, the ghost general angrily howled at Song Shuhang, "Kid, do you really want to be our enemy?"
"Haha," Song Shuhang laughed. His hand turned into a dragon claw, and the Basic Fist Number Three exploded toward the ghost general at full power.
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