1674: Face-slapping, Round 2 (4)

Face-slapping, Round 2 (4)

"How is that possible?" Sefiro stared at the scene with a look of disbelief in her eyes.0

She saw —

Feng Wu was standing proudly in the center of the battlefield.

She raised her chin and looked as proud as ever as she stood there. The lower hem of her dress flapped in the wind, making her look like a goddess.

When the sun shone on her, it looked like she had gathered together all the spiritual essence of the world. She was almost too resplendent to look at.

There was no trace of blood on her, but five people had dropped to the ground in front of her.

They were dressed from head to toe in black.

They had black head coverings, black masks, and black clothes. Even the skin that wasn't covered had been painted black.

They were the secret guards of the oldest prince of the Senal Grassland, but right now, they had all dropped dead, each with a blade between their eyebrows.

Sefiro had fought these men before.

When the five guards attacked together, Sefiro wasn't their match. She was forced to surrender every time, but these five were killed right after the fight started.

How was that even possible? Feng Wu was a level below her… Sefiro stared at Feng Wu.

But Feng Wu paid no attention to her. Instead, she looked in the direction of an old tree.

"Come out," she said coldly.

As soon as Feng Wu said that, a man in black walked out from behind the thick tree.

There was a cold look in his eyes, and he gave off an energy that seemed strong enough to kill a person.

Feng Wu narrowed her eyes and kept her unblinking gaze on the man.

The man stared at Feng Wu as well.

"I underestimated you." He reached behind his back and slowly drew out a black sword.

Black smoke which resembled a black snake coiled around the sword.

The murderous intent was so intimidating! Feng Wu could sense the energy coming off that black sword.

Sefiro looked from the man to Feng Wu, and she smirked.

So, her brother had sent Seven here.

Seven was much more capable than Sefiro, who wasn't far off from Feng Wu in cultivation level. That was to say, Seven was far above Feng Wu.

Feng Wu would not survive the day!

When Seven drew out his sword, Sefiro stepped back.

Whoosh —

Seven made his move!

There was a flash of black light, and a circle with a 10-meter radius centered around Seven and Feng Wu appeared on the ground.

Feng Wu saw that the circle was like a cage as a black wall trapped her and the man inside.

Feng Wu kept stepping back until her back hit the black wall.

Cold, murderous energy ran down her spine.

It felt like a slithering black snake.

How terrifying!

Feng Wu immediately moved away from the wall to get away from the energy.

However, she was more alarmed than ever.

This man built this black wall with a single sweep of his sword. Exactly how capable was he?

Seeing Feng Wu avoid the wall, Sefiro smirked.

"Feng Wu, you might be a genius and were able to defeat me, who's a level higher than you. But what about Seven? He's a lot stronger than you. So, just die!"

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