2187: Who Are You?!

Who Are You?!

Feng Wu nodded.1

The seven men were on her heels.

They were silent, fast, and precise, like the real assassins.

They fanned out, trying to eventually surround Feng Wu.

Right now, two of them were directly behind her.

One was the Spiritual King, and the other one a Spiritual Lord.

Feng Wu ran through the woods without uttering a word.

But they were getting closer and closer.

Soon, the Spiritual Lord made his first strike.

He threw a dagger at her from 20 meters away.

"Die!" he shouted.

"He's a Level 2 Spiritual Lord," the white fairy warned Feng Wu.

She didn't have a physical form, so when she stayed inside the jade pendant, even the Spiritual King didn't notice her.

Feng Wu was only a Level 7 Spiritual Elder and wasn't capable enough to withstand that strike.

But in a moment like this, if she couldn't get away, she would be killed!

Therefore, Feng Wu jumped forward, and the dagger brushed past the top of her head.

But because of that, the two men caught up with her.

They were a Spiritual Lord and a Spiritual King.

Their faces were covered by black scarves, and she couldn't tell who they were, but the Spiritual King somehow looked familiar.

Was he an acquaintance?

Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.

Meanwhile, the Spiritual King crossed his hands behind his back and stared at Feng Wu with his cold eyes, as if she had killed his entire family.

The Spiritual Lord walked toward her with a smirk.

Blades glinted coldly in his hands.

Feng Wu sat on the ground and kept inching away from him.

She could see the hatred in his eyes.

He wanted to kill her with his own hands!

"Do you hate me?" Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.

The Spiritual Lord didn't reply. He looked at Feng Wu as if she was already dead.

Feng Wu tried her best to relax.

If she could stall for five minutes, Jun Linyuan would come for her.

Buy herself some time. That was all she needed to do now.

"You're both so much stronger than me, and there's no way that I can get away from you. I know I'm going to die, so I only have a small request." Feng Wu stared at the Spiritual Lord. "Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?"

The Spiritual Lord smirked. "Why don't you think that we're ninjas of the Dongsang Kingdom?"

Feng Wu said grumpily, "I can see that you can't wait to kill me in particular, so you're definitely not from the Dongsang Kingdom."

The Spiritual Lord looked back at the Spiritual King.

The Spiritual King had his hands behind his back, and the lower hem of his clothes flapped in the wind.

"Don't I deserve to know why I'm going to die?" Feng Wu added.

The Spiritual King nodded.

The Spiritual Lord had been waiting for a chance to take off his scarf. With a tearing sound, he ripped the scarf off his face.

He looked very ordinary.

If one had to describe him, this man felt more like a subordinate than a leader.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" Feng Wu searched her memory.

"Of course Miss Feng Wu has seen me before, but I'm simply too lowly to catch your eye." The Spiritual Lord chuckled.

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