Ranmil said, “Na it! Na your prize!”
Feng Wu smiled and said, “Princess Sefiro has given two-thirds of her assets. As for you, I’ll take the sa portion of your assets as well.”
Ranmil glared at Feng Wu.
But she had no choice but to say yes.
“Fine!”
“But since you need to take the major responsibility, I think…” Feng Wu smiled. “You should show so sincerity, don’t you think?”
“I’m giving you two-thirds of my assets, and that’s not sincere enough?!”
“You’re the princess of light on this grassland. Are you going to asure your value with your assets?” Feng Wu asked.
Ranmil yelled, “What do you want from ?! Do you want to take away two-thirds of my cultivation attainnts as well?”
Feng Wu said, “Well… I think that’ll do.”
Ranmil almost lost her mind. “Feng Wu, you’ve gone too far!”
Feng Wu smiled. “Well, if I were the one who lost the ga, I don’t think I would have been given a choice at all.”
Ranmil glared at Feng Wu.
She wanted to say no.
She wanted to slap Feng Wu.
She wanted to bet that Feng Wu wouldn’t dare kill her!
However…
She saw what happened to Feng Liu.
If Feng Wu could push her own cousin off the cliff, what would she do to her? She could ntion sothing about causing a conflict between the Junwu Empire and the grassland, but it was obvious that Feng Wu didn’t care about that.
“Princess Ranmil, you’re wasting everyone’s ti,” said Feng Wu indifferently. “You’ve tried to kill in secret before. You’ve lost now, and you should honor the result of the ga. It’s ti to jump.”
Feng Wu waved her hand, wanting to get it over with.
Ranmil panicked.
She had never felt so flustered in her life!
“Wait!” She glared at Feng Wu. “You really are a piece of work!”
She decided that she would get back at Feng Wu after they left this place.
Ranmil then hit several of her ridian points.
“Hm —”
Blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth.
Her spiritual essence began to disappear as the others watched.
She fell from the Spiritual Lord stage to the Spiritual Elder stage and kept falling until she was only a Spiritual Grandmaster.
Ranmil was the most promising young cultivator of the grassland, but she had just been reduced to a Spiritual Grandmaster.
“Pfft —”
Ranmil spat out a mouthful of blood as she stared at Feng Wu.
At that mont, Feng Wu beca her archenemy!
“Feng Wu, I swear I’m going to kill you!” Ranmil gritted her teeth and stressed each word.
Hearing her blatant threat, Feng Wu only smiled. “Sure.”
Just like that.
But when the others heard it, they felt a chill run down their spines.
Before, they would laugh at Feng Wu for overestimating herself. She was just a common girl and would never be an enemy worthy of Princess Ranmil.
But after the Survival Team won the ga, their attitude toward Feng Wu had changed.
Their emotions were a mixture of anger, jealousy, and reverence.
Soone clapped their hands.
It was the Black Robe Ghost King, who had been watching on the side. He smiled and said, “You’re such a bold girl. Is there anything that you don’t dare do?”
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