The Changyuan Sword emitted a buzzing sound, its golden slaughter sword energy enveloping the dark heavens and earth. The ghosts that sprung from the ground were instantly scattered by the sword energy.
"So badass, huh?"
Qin Zhao hadn't even made a move yet, but the Changyuan Sword had already severely wounded the Ghost King.
No wonder her master had given her a Divine Artifact—the power was freaking explosive.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
Excited by such a formidable Evil Object, the Changyuan Sword lunged out and wildly hacked at the Ghost King.
"He's no match for the Changyuan Sword, let's check out the cave."
There was a cave in the valley where the Ghost King had been hiding.
Nan Xian smelled a strong, nauseating scent of blood coming from inside and thought there must be something wrong inside.
The Changyuan Sword had split half of the mountain open, but some of the Ghost King's power had protected the cave, so it hadn't collapsed during the fight.
