Chapter 1748 - Face-slapping, Round 11 (7)

Chapter 1748: Face-slapping, Round 11 (7)

Seven almost suffocated.

Meanwhile, Sefiro was overwhelmed with regret.

If she knew that Feng Wu would be so relentless, she would never have messed with her. Feng Wu was like the goddess of death!

Feng Wu sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling in the air.

Resting her chin in her right hand, Feng Wu watched Seven and Sefiro’s struggle with a gloating smile on her face.

It was in a moment like this that one could see the nature of a person.

Seven would have been able to climb up the cliff if he was on his own, but now, Sefiro was on top of him.

Sefiro would never be able to get back up on her own so she would never release Seven.

How would the two people choose?

Sefiro’s weight pulled Seven down, and he couldn’t stopped falling.

Under normal circumstances, the fall wouldn’t kill him.

But now, a raging landslide was beneath them, which could crush a human being as easily as the sea devouring a little boat.

“Let go!” Seven bellowed.

“No!!! I won’t!!!”

Sefiro had thought that Feng Wu had cut her tongue out, but she realized just a little while ago that her tongue was still intact. Feng Wu had only injured it.

Therefore, when the wound healed a little, Sefiro could speak again.

Feng Wu watched happily as the two of them struggled.

But at that moment, she realized that the landslide had slowed down.

Getting to her feet, she looked into the distance and saw a figure standing on top of the highest peak. When he opened his mouth, there was a flash of white light.

The source of the landslide —

The man devoured the landslide at its source.

Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.

Her mouth fell open.

She stood there, as if she had been struck by lightning.

What a capable cultivator!

That man was probably the most powerful cultivator she had ever seen.

She believed that even Jun Linyuan couldn’t have done that.

The person, wrapped in a cassock, turned around, and his cold gaze landed on Feng Wu.

Instantly, Feng Wu felt like she was suffocating.

She forgot to breathe, and her heart stopped.

She went so stiff that her body didn’t feel like hers anymore.

How capable was that man?

Luckily, the man was only glancing around the way a deity scanned the mortal world. He soon looked away, as if Feng Wu was no more than an ant.

Whoosh!

While Feng Wu’s mind was somewhere else, a streak of energy aimed for her head.

What?!

She shifted involuntarily, dodging the attack.

When she turned around, there was a cold look in her eyes.

It was Seven!

He had climbed onto the cliff and was holding a sword in each hand. He was giving off a murderous energy.

Feng Wu’s eyes widened when she saw that almost half of Seven’s wounds had healed, and his spiritual energy seemed to have grown denser.

Seriously?!!