Semifinal (2)

"She's so young, but she's already a Level-8 Spiritual Sovereign! That's so scary!"

A Level-8 Spiritual Sovereign was already one of the top cultivators on this continent.

It was almost impossible for the younger generation to reach that level, and only a handful of middle-aged people had risen that high.

"Xiao Wu…" Even Luo Nantian was surprised. Feng Wu was only a Level-6 Spiritual Sovereign when the incident took place in the blood pool, but she was a Level-8 one now. What did she do?

Everyone was astonished. Expectedly, Wuyu fell to the ground after Feng Wu hit him, and Feng Wu stepped on his back.

His face hit the ground first, and Wuyu raised his head to stare at Feng Wu.

Blood was oozing out of the corner of his mouth, and he was covered in wounds. He looked intimidating.

But Feng Wu wasn't intimidated. She smiled calmly and asked, "What? Are you not going to surrender?"

"I won't accept it!"