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Round Face looked at Feng Wu like he had seen a ghost.

He examined himself.

"Why am I a Level 4 Spiritual Lord now?!"

The man with the iron hook lowered his head and didn't want to say anything.

The people around the crystal ball didn't want to say anything either.

Round Face stared at Feng Wu in astonishment. "Why? Why?!

"Why aren't you injured?!

"I hit you as hard as I could! Why isn't there a scratch on you?"

Feng Wu grinned, but she still wasn't entirely satisfied.

The spiritual essence Round Face could provide her became thinner and thinner, and she wasn't able to rise to Level 8.

At that thought, she complained to Round Face. "It's all your fault. I couldn't rise to Level 8."

Round Face was speechless.

He wasn't stupid. After all the strange things that had happened, he finally realized something!