Chapter 297: Young Master of the Nether Ghost Sect

After Nash Johnston split the Nether Dragon Pool with a single sword, the towering wave that crashed ashore made Marilyn and Tristan Wokey scream. "Oh my god!" "What on earth is he cultivating… he almost split the Nether Dragon Pool in two?" Tristan stared, eyes wide. He could not believe the force behind that strike. If it landed in the real world, who could possibly take it head-on? Marilyn's bright eyes widened at the cleft pool. Light flared in them. "I have to train hard. I have to catch...