C267 The Origin of the Ghost Cultivator

The Black Dragon Sword in Nangong Fan's grasp shimmered with a bloody gleam as he struck directly at the malevolent spirit.

"Little punk, were you the one who just hit me?" Nangong Fan bellowed, unleashing his qi and spiritual power that enveloped the Black Dragon Sword. "Just so you know, I don't hold grudges because I settle them on the spot."

His sword's light screamed through the air