Chapter 265: Nether Dragon Pool

Nash Johnston strolled up to Tristan Wokey of the Nether Ghost Sect with a bright smile. He planted his right foot on Tristan's head and ground down. Blood spurted from Tristan's mouth. He nearly got crushed to death underfoot. "You son of a bitch-death's at your door and you're still acting tough?" "You think even if the Nether Ghost Sect comes for me, I'd be scared?" Tristan's face went ashen. He let out a ragged scream. "Boss, I was wrong-please, let me go!" "I'll be your ox, your horse, whatever...