The pile of rocks exploded, and Fuhara flew out.

His clothes were burnt, and his eyebrows and hair were almost gone.

He had been so handsome before, but he was in a mess now.

Everybody was astonished, but Fuhara was the most astonished one.

He had never thought the girl’s attack would work.

She seemed to be a Spiritual King, but could she be deceiving him?

There was blood on his cheek.

“Aren’t you a Level 2 Spiritual King?” He stared at Feng Wu.

Instead of answering him, Feng Wu drew out her Fallen Star Sword.

Sword energy filled the air and charged at Fuhara.

Fuhara smirked.

He also used a sword.

He tightened his grip, and frightening power came out of his body.

He pointed the sword at Feng Wu, and the air around him rippled.

What kind of power was that?

“Sh*t!”

Senior Brother Min turned pale and cried out in surprise.

The other people of the Junwu Empire also panicked.

“What’s going on?! What’s going on?!”

Seeing how nervous they were, Chen Ziyun was so scared that his heart skipped a beat.

“That’s the swordplay known as Dragon Power!” Senior Brother Min’s lips quivered.

The others nodded, all looking extremely nervous.

“Fuhara used Dragon Power to defeat all his past opponents!” Senior Brother Min said bitterly. “Everyone of us has lost to that swordplay!”

Chen Ziyun looked at the others, and they all nodded at him.

Everyone… Chen Ziyun’s heart sank.

He wasn’t alone. Feng Xun and Xuan Yi were both shaken.

They looked at the battle in the clouds and then at Feng Wu’s fight, feeling so nervous that their hearts were jumping out of their mouths.

Dragon Power gave off a blinding red light, which charged at Feng Wu.

Would she be able to evade it?

Fuhara was a peak Level 3 Spiritual King!

There was no way that Feng Wu could evade the attack.

No way!

Feng Wu narrowed her eyes. She was moving as fast as she could.

However —

She finally experienced the difference in capability between the two cultivation levels.

No matter how fast she moved, she still couldn’t move faster than Fuhara.

Whoosh!

Feng Wu was hit in the shoulder, and blood stained the front of her clothes.

“Xiao Wu!”

“Gosh! Xiao Wu is injured!”

“I knew it! She can’t beat Fuhara!”

Fuhara smirked.

“You’re not so arrogant now, are you?

“Don’t you know how many battles I’ve won so far?

“You’re very pretty. A genius is meant to die young!”

Fuhara was never going to let Feng Wu live.

He concentrated his energy on the tip of his sword again and frantically charged at Feng Wu.

The blades flashed, and the light was blinding.

Gosh!

Everybody was too nervous to breathe.

Was Feng Wu dead?

Fuhara’s Dragon Power had always been invincible in this arena.

After the attack ended, Fuhara landed on the ground. The others cried out when they looked at Feng Wu.

“Sh*t!”