“I’m not arguing with you.” Sefiro rolled her eyes at Feng Wu. “Don’t you know you’re going to die?”
Feng Wu looked innocently at Sefiro and shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
Sefiro smirked and gestured at Ranmil. “I’m not going to kill you, nor am I able to. But from this moment on, she’s going to decide if you live or die.”
Feng Wu glanced at Ranmil.
Sefiro was right in saying that she wasn’t capable enough to be Feng Wu’s rival, but Ranmil was.
Meanwhile, Ranmil had finished absorbing the last of the light of dantian.
With her naturally innocent face, Ranmil had always seemed adorable and harmless.
She had always left that impression on everyone else. But now —
She crossed her hands behind her back and looked down at Feng Wu with eyes filled with hatred.
“I don’t like taking lives.” Ranmil sounded like she feared that killing an ant would dirty her hands.
“So, do it yourself.”
Clang —
She tossed a dagger onto the ground next to Feng Wu.
Ranmil was so arrogant that she couldn’t be bothered to glance at Feng Wu. It was obvious that she didn’t think Feng Wu was her match.
Feng Wu stared at Ranmil and narrowed her eyes.
Sefiro had fallen into Feng Wu’s trap before and had learned her lesson. She stepped back all the way to the entrance.
The fight was between Ranmil and Feng Wu, and guarding the door was all that Sefiro was going to do.
“You won’t do it yourself, then?” Ranmil glanced at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu smirked.
Ranmil sounded confused. “Your dead body will be intact if you take your own life. If I do it, you’ll be in pieces. Don’t you understand?”
Feng Wu went on smirking.
Ranmil said scornfully, “Why are you making me do it?”
She looked at her fair hands and sounded a little distressed when she said, “When His Royal Highness holds them one day, will he mind that they were once covered with blood?
“Well, I’ll never be able to hold his hands if I don’t kill you!” Ranmil seemed to be convincing herself, but she didn’t even take out her weapon.
She thought so little of Feng Wu!
“Die.”
She slowly struck down at Feng Wu.
The strike seemed so slow and gentle, but it contained half the power of a Spiritual Lord!
Feng Wu stumbled back.
Ranmil smirked.
How dare a woman like that try to compete with her?
She didn’t even turn around to look, because she was convinced that Feng Wu was going to die.
She shook her head at Sefiro. “I’ve heard about this Zuo Qingluan from the Junwu Empire. She’s supposed to be as talented as she is beautiful. Only someone like her is good enough to be my rival. As for this woman… She’s just an ant.”
But Sefiro cried out at that moment.
“Hm?” Surprised, Ranmil turned to look.
She immediately frowned.
Countless ghosts were flying out of a cabinet.
There were at least a thousand of them.
And they were all Spiritual Elders.
