Face-slapping, Round 2 (4)

"How is that possible?" Sefiro stared at the scene with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

She saw —

Feng Wu was standing proudly in the center of the battlefield.

She raised her chin and looked as proud as ever as she stood there. The lower hem of her dress flapped in the wind, making her look like a goddess.

When the sun shone on her, it looked like she had gathered together all the spiritual essence of the world. She was almost too resplendent to look at.

There was no trace of blood on her, but five people had dropped to the ground in front of her.

They were dressed from head to toe in black.

They had black head coverings, black masks, and black clothes. Even the skin that wasn't covered had been painted black.

They were the secret guards of the oldest prince of the Senal Grassland, but right now, they had all dropped dead, each with a blade between their eyebrows.

Sefiro had fought these men before.