3218 Master Zhu
The colonels saw this coming and caught Wang Zhaole in time.
Mu Yan frowned at Babu, wondering why he only kicked Wang Zhaole off the stage.
Why didn’t he just kill that boy?
Just then!
Mu Yan saw someone approaching them.
Whoosh!
Three people soon reached the arena.
They were Feng Wu, Feng Xun and Xuan Yi.
“Feng Wu!”
They had arrived at a critical moment.
Seeing that Wang Zhaole had collapsed in the colonels’ arms, Feng Wu frowned, but before she could say anything, the others described to her what had happened.
They had forgotten that Feng Wu was only supposed to be a Level 6 Spiritual King, and most of them had higher levels than that.
They all treated Feng Wu as their leader. Everybody was filled with righteous indignation as they complained to Feng Wu about how brutal the Dongsang Kingdom’s people were.
Feng Wu’s face darkened when she saw Wang Zhaole’s maimed fingers.
Mu Yan was still provoking them.
“Where are the rest of your people? One is down. Send the next one.”
Mu Nan wanted to step forward, but Feng Xun stopped her.
He smirked. “I’m right here.”
He then walked up onto the stage with an intimidating aura.
Mu Yan’s eyes glinted coldly when she saw Feng Xun. She told Babu, “He’s the general’s son and Jun Linyuan’s childhood friend. You know what to do.”
She was furious that Babu hadn’t killed Wang Zhaole earlier.
Babu didn’t even look at her.
He would determine how this battle was fought. Why was this woman so meddlesome?
He studied Feng Xun carefully.
He had been confident before that he could crush Feng Xun with a single strike without breaking a sweat, but now, Babu felt uneasy, as if Feng Xun was much more capable than he was.
Both of them were very cautious.
They stared at each other, and neither would make the first move.
In the end, Babu broke the impasse.
Mu Yan thought that given Feng Xun’s age, he couldn’t have cultivated long enough to become a capable fighter.
However, she realized how wrong she was when Feng Xun and Babu finally started exchanging blows.
Babu was on the losing end from the very beginning.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Under Feng Xun’s constant attacks, Babu could only defend himself and had no energy to counterattack.
How did this happen?
Mu Yan was dumbfounded.
That shouldn’t happen. Feng Xun was supposed to be…
“When did Feng Xun become a Level 9 Spiritual King?” Mu Yan heard a voice behind her.
She turned around and saw that it was Zhu Yi, Sakiya’s third disciple.
Next to Zhu Yi was Bu Jingyu, Sakiya’s youngest disciple.
Bu Jingyu looked rather dumb at the moment. Instead of watching the battle, he was watching Feng Wu, who was treating Wang Zhaole’s wounds.
Bu Jingyu even wanted to greet Feng Wu, but Mu Yan stopped him with a stern look.
Bu Jingyu nodded.
“Master Zhu.” Mu Yan greeted Zhu Yi.
Being Sakiya’s third disciple, Zhu Yi was quite a capable cultivator. Mu Yan didn’t know his exact level, but he had to be a Level 9 Spiritual King at least.
