Spirit World, But I Have Superman's Bloodline

"Fengjiao Lin, why don't I teach you a set of fist techniques? You can better channel that brute strength of yours." "No need, Uncle Jiu. I already hit hard enough—even one-tenth of my power can kill a man." "Jiang Hao, be careful! That royal zombie is vicious." "Don't worry. I'm born with divine strength—it can't even touch me." "Jiang Hao, that Xuan Kui is a silver-armored corpse king. Stay on your guard." "No matter. My skin is iron and my bones are steel—it can't hurt me." Transmigrating into the Republican era, Jiang Hao gains the bloodline of Superman—and in a world teeming with spirits, ghosts, and monstrosities, he feels not a shred of fear. Zombies? Can they withstand a single punch? Fierce apparitions? How about a dose of heat vision? Vampires, demons, grim reapers—all are nothing before his overwhelming might. In this realm of darkness, Jiang Hao is no mere mortal—he is a god.