Battling a Nascent Soul

I didn't even bother answering him and continued flying toward the city.

The man inside the palanquin shot up and followed me, with a hand in a grasping motion toward my throat.

But before his hand could reach me, Tarta'Ghoul showed up and struck at who I assumed to be Vitra 'Ghoul's hand.

"Vitra! He is my guest, and your henchmen offended him first!" Tarta' Ghoul said.

"I don't care who he is, he will die! Or your daughter dies." The man domineeringly spoke, as if he owned the lives of whoever he saw.

I looked around and noticed that on top of the broken palanquin was a chained and barely dressed girl there. She was the same blond girl I saw on the pond.

"So, you took his daughter as a prisoner and you're being all arrogant and such, right?" I said. I didn't wait for an answer anyway.

"You, core cultivator, shut up and wash your neck for me," said Vitra Ghoul as he drew a massive scimitar that far outweighed his size.