Chapter 1752 - Face-slapping, Round 12 (3)

Chapter 1752: Face-slapping, Round 12 (3)

She hadn’t travelled this continent yet.
Nor had she tasted all the nice food.
She hadn’t…
And there were so many more things she had yet to do. Was she going to die, just like that?
Had she really lost all hope?
Just then —
Feng Wu recalled a conversation she had before.
“It’s not just any Ten-Direction Seal. Once you smash it, you’ll find a secret inside.”
“What secret?”
“You’ll know after you smash it.”
Whoosh!
“There’s indeed a secret hidden inside. This is no Ten-Direction Seal. It’s the Ghost King Seal! Look, it says so here in the language of Xiaozhuan.”
“What’s the Ghost King Seal?”
“You don’t know what that is? It’s what the name suggests, a seal that belongs to the Ghost King!”
…
That was a conversation between Feng Wu and Little Phoenix, which now replayed inside her head.
Feng Wu shuddered and regained consciousness.
She then heard an anxious voice in her ears.
“The Ghost King Seal! Use it now!”
It was Little Phoenix.
Without thinking, Feng Wu used all her strength to pull the seal out of the ring space.
“Cut your finger! It has to be activated with your own blood!” Little Phoenix reminded her.
Feng Wu did as she was told.
When the blood dripped onto the seal, the dim Ghost King Seal suddenly lit up, as if it was alive.
Meanwhile, Feng Wu’s eyes glinted.
The next moment —
Feng Wu’s right hand turned, and she stamped the seal on a ghost on top of her.
It was a male ghost.
The moment the seal made contact with the ghost, it convulsed. It stared at Feng Wu, but it couldn’t move.
Feng Wu then peeled it off like a piece of paper.
Whoosh —
She then threw it away.
The other ghosts didn’t notice, and Feng Wu went on stamping them.
Crack!
Whoosh!
A ghost was peeled off.
Crack!
Whoosh!
Another ghost was peeled off.
Crack!
Whoosh!
–
The ghosts had wrapped tightly around Feng Wu like layers of paper.
But now —
Those that hadn’t gotten to her were all intimidated by her actions.
They looked frightened and all fell back…
The number of ghosts was limited, after all. With Feng Wu’s stamping movement, fewer and fewer ghosts were left until she peeled off the last one.
Phew —
She had been deprived of air for so long that her face had turned purple.
Another minute and she might never have woken up again.
Phew —
Feng Wu panted and glared at the ghosts around her.
The look in her eyes frightened them, and they all fell back.
They revered the Ghost King Seal in her hand.
At the same time.
Seven was some distance away, when Sefiro stopped him in an astonished voice.
“Feng Wu! She… argh —”
Seven frowned. This princess was so useless. Feng Wu was already dead. Why was she making such a big fuss again?