With a casual wave of her hand, the dagger in the Spiritual Lord’s hand snapped in two.
The Spiritual Lord stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.
He then looked at the dagger.
It was broken…
Just like that…
“You!”
To his astonishment, Feng Wu waved her hand, and the broken blade flew toward him.
Whoosh!
The blade stabbed him in the eye, and blood gushed out.
The Spiritual Lord was petrified.
“You…”
He only uttered one word before Feng Wu raised her leg.
The Spiritual Lord was shocked.
He saw Feng Wu’s movement and wanted to dodge, but no matter how he tried, he was half a second too slow.
The impact of Feng Wu’s kick sent him flying backward.
Thump!
The Spiritual Lord fell on the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth. His face was ghastly pale.
He stared at Feng Wu in bewilderment and murmured, “How… How…”
Yes, how did this happen?
How could Feng Wu suddenly rise from a Level 7 Spiritual Elder to a Level 1 Spiritual Lord?
Was she even human?!
Feng Wu marched toward him with a smirk on her face.
The Spiritual Lord looked terrified.
But he soon realized something.
Why should he be afraid?
Although he wasn’t Feng Wu’s match, there was a Spiritual King behind him!
When he intervened, Feng Wu would stand no chance even if she was a Level 1 Spiritual Lord.
Therefore, he said sarcastically, “Do you want to kill me?”
Feng Wu said, “You wanted to kill me. Why can’t I do the same?”
The Spiritual Lord smirked. “Yes, a Level 1 Spiritual Lord is capable enough to kill me, but have you forgotten about the person behind me?”
Feng Wu didn’t think much of it. “Who? Do you mean the great Master Zuo?”
The Spiritual Lord stared at Feng Wu. “Do you know who he is?”
Feng Wu shrugged. “Who else could marry the already dead Zuo Qingyu to you?”
The Spiritual Lord couldn’t argue with that.
But he didn’t care. He smirked and said, “Aren’t you afraid of a Spiritual King?!”
“So, you’re waiting for him to save you.” Feng Wu smiled at him. “If that’s the case, you’ll be disappointed. Look.”
Feng Wu pointed at the Spiritual King, aka Master Zuo.
The Spiritual Lord was shocked once more when he saw what Master Zuo was like.
That was because —
“How…”
The Spiritual King stood there like a statue. He kept his hands behind his back and remained motionless.
“Master?” The Spiritual Lord tried to get his master’s attention.
But Master Zuo’s face was blank as he stared into empty air. Although he wasn’t moving, he seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle.
Feng Wu smiled a little.
She knew exactly why Master Zuo was like that. The white fairy was fighting him.
“Run!” the white fairy told Feng Wu in her mind. “I can’t hold him back for much longer.”
