1678: Face-slapping, Round 3 (4)

Face-slapping, Round 3 (4)

Thus, when he lost his target, the deadly black wall took the hit at full impact.1

And the wall was connected to his own energy.

It was as if Seven had punched himself.

Rumble —

The wall collapsed, and Seven spat out a mouthful of blood from the backlash.

If he hadn't used the black sword to support himself at the last moment, he would have dropped to his knees.

"How is that possible?!"

Sefiro's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How did that happen?!"

She ran up to Seven and stared at him. "Are you a pig?! You're a Spiritual Lord! You're a whole stage above Feng Wu! You should have killed her in one strike, but now, she's escaped! How stupid can you be?!"

Seven was already very angry, and Sefiro's contemptuous tone only made it worse. He couldn't control his frustration and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood covered Sefiro's face and hair.

"God!"

Sefiro's hair, face, and clothes were splattered with blood, and she was furious. She stomped her foot and yelled, "I'm going to report this to my brother! I'm going to tell him that you're worse than a pig!"

Seven's face turned livid and he couldn't stop trembling.

Sefiro stared at Seven. "Didn't you say that your deadly black wall is invincible? And didn't you say that no one can escape from your wall?!"

Sefiro snorted. "Do you see what's happened? Feng Wu is a whole stage below you! Even she can escape from your wall! What's that wall good for? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!"

Seven glared at Sefiro with bloodshot eyes.

Seven felt his heart bleeding when he saw the broken wall on the ground.

He finally knew how Feng Wu got away.

The teleportations hadn't just been for dodging his attacks. She had another purpose!

She had carefully chosen her teleportation spot each time.

She had even made sure that his sword would land accurately.

There were thus six cracks in the wall. Even though they closed up right away and couldn't be seen with the naked eye, as the creator of the wall, he knew very well that they were still there.

The six strikes didn't show at first, but after the last strike, the cracks created a hexagram.

As a master in formations, she was able to escape through a hexagram formation without alerting anyone.

At that thought, Seven wanted to smack his own head for his stupidity.

He had hacked open an escape route for her.

No wonder Sefiro called him a pig. He felt like a pig as well.

No, even pigs were more clever.

Seeing how he had frozen, Sefiro bellowed, "Why are you staring at me? If you want to lash out, go kill Feng Wu! Bring me her head, and I'll kneel down and apologize to you!"

Seven didn't speak. He fought back the blood in his mouth, rose to his feet, and started walking.

He dragged the sword behind him, creating a long furrow in the ground.

He didn't seem to be walking very fast, but each of his steps took him 10 meters forward.

He was indeed a Spiritual Lord!

Would Feng Wu be able to escape?

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