C85 Ghost Devil

Nangong Ming's face was etched with gravity as he gripped the Five-element Sword, his gaze fixed on Zanghai. His voice was heavy with accusation, "Zanghai, have you really chosen to ally yourself with some lowly disciple from the lower realm?"

Zanghai, unfazed, chuckled. "But he's stronger than all of you!"

At these words, Nangong Ming's forehead veins throbbed with anger. In a swift motion