Hearing Shen Feng's shout.
Luo Ningshan's mouth curled into a sneer of disdain, "You're on death's doorstep, and you still talk tough? What do you have to entertain me with?"
"I detest those who obviously have no real ability and yet still like to spout arrogant nonsense! You can't even stand steadily, and you dare to threaten me? Do you really take me for a three-year-old child?"
The moment Luo Ningshan's voice spread through the air, he extended his withered arm and slashed toward Shen Feng.
"Ghost Demon Slash!"
With this slash,
wide swathes of space cracked open, his descending arm engulfed in thick black Spiritual Energy.
Bilious black Spiritual Energy roiled on his arm, as if black flames had ignited upon it.
With a "boom!"
A black greatsword, about five meters long and condensed from the thick black Spiritual Energy, instantly appeared in front of Luo Ningshan.
Practically without pause,
the moment the black greatsword formed, it slashed towards Shen Feng.
