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Seeing that Dugu Yamo and Feng Liu were about to break into a fight, the ghost king cleared his throat.

Everyone fell silent and no one dared to utter a word.

"If you can get through this trial, I'll acknowledge your victory." The ghost king gave Feng Wu a stern look.

Dugu Yamo said, "But…"

The ghost king stared at Feng Wu with cold eyes. "I should be stricter with a genius like you, don't you think?"

A genius like her? Ranmil's face turned livid.

If Feng Wu was a genius, what about her?

A fool?!

Ranmil clenched her fists. This time, she had to beat Feng Wu fair and square!

Without another word, the ghost king flipped his sleeve, and the Holy Light ball rose.

Then, it exploded!

Whoosh —

After that, Holy Light spilled out and sifted down like big snowflakes.

Ranmil seemed pleased.

She sat down cross-legged and cupped her hands.