章 1715: Face-slapping, Round 7 (7)

What Feng Wu didn't say was that she had messed with three Spiritual Lords in a row today.

The young prince nodded. "Spiritual Lords really are very capable. Miss Feng, you're amazing! I think you're the only person in history who can defeat a Spiritual Lord when you're only a Spiritual Elder!"

He gave her a thumbs up as he spoke.

Feng Wu only smiled wryly. Before she could speak, she heard some noise behind them.

Turning around, Feng Wu saw what it was, and her pupils contracted. A chill ran down her spine.

The noise came from the center of the area where Feng Wu had buried the bombs.

Six and his men were buried underneath, but now…

Something stirred.

The dust and rocks shook slightly.

Then, a hand covered in blackened skin stuck out.

The young prince followed Feng Wu's gaze, and what he saw almost frightened him to death!

"Gosh, you're right. Six really isn't dead." The prince frowned.