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Feng Wu grinned. "That's right. I have it."

There was a greedy look in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes glinted coldly, and he used all his strength to charge at Feng Wu.

The Seed of the Spirit Source!

He had to have it!

If he took it from her, he would be able to rise to the Spiritual King stage!

To him, that would be like becoming God.

However, he had underestimated Feng Wu.

She had never lost to an opponent of the same cultivation level. He was never going to be her match.

The moment the man charged at her —

Feng Wu raised her foot.

Thump!

It was the sound of something falling on the ground.

Although the man spared no effort, Feng Wu still kicked him away. He flew through the air and fell to a heap on the ground.

Unlike earlier, Feng Wu had used all her strength this time.

She heard the cracking sound of broken bones.

At least four of his ribs were broken.