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Chapter 1927: Untitled

Dugu Yamo, Feng Yiran, and Feng Sang couldn’t stop any daggers, but they had tongues sharper than any blade!

Feng Xun was frustrated.

He was protecting these people, but they were accusing him now. How incredible!

He then deliberately missed a dagger.

Whoosh!

The dagger flew past him.

“Argh!” Feng Sang held her right arm and shrieked.

Feng Xun smirked. “I don’t have the energy to quarrel with you now, but don’t worry. I never take my revenge the second day if I can do it now.”

He had just admitted that he had done it on purpose.

Feng Sang wanted to retort, but Feng Xun’s threat scared her too much. She could only bite her lower lip and remain silent.

Feng Xun’s plan worked.

Just then —

Whoosh —

The countless flying daggers all quietly fell to the floor and stopped moving.

Feng Xun’s eyes widened. “Is this it? They’ve stopped moving. Are they admitting their defeat now? Have we passed the trial?”

Feng Wu frowned. “They were winning. Why would they give up?”

Feng Xun tilted his head and said, “Have we passed some sort of time limit, so the ghost king let us win?”

Feng Wu rolled her eyes at him.

It was obvious that the Black Robe Ghost King was a very biased judge. He wanted everything to play out his way. Unfortunately, the Survival Team wasn’t his favorite. He preferred the other team.

Therefore, the ghost king would never let them go so easily.

“Watch out!” Feng Wu stared at Feng Xun. “If I’ve guessed correctly, the battle has just started.”

“Hahahaha —”

There was the guffaw from the ceiling again. It was the onlooker, the Black Robe Ghost King.

“Very clever. That’s right, we’re just getting started. You’ve only experienced the Difficult level. Now, the Hell level has begun! Hahaha —”

Feng Wu frowned. She didn’t like the ghost king’s attitude. It was as if everyone were only playthings to him, despite the fact that they were fighting for their lives.

“Damn you!” Feng Wu thought with clenched fists. She decided that she would find the chance to punch him in the nose.

“I know how much you want to punch me. You’ll get the chance, as long as you can get to the seventh floor. Unfortunately, you’re going to die here. Hahaha —”

With a wave of his hand, the motionless flying daggers started to make crackling sounds.

“Sh*t!”

Feng Xun cried out, “They’re sticking to each other now!”

He turned around and told Feng Wu, “Look! The flying daggers were moving individually before, but now, they’re gathering together… They’ve become a flying sword!”

The flying sword would be several times more powerful than the daggers.

Feng Xun paled, and the others felt even worse.

Feng Yiran, Feng Sang, and Dugu Yamo shook from head to toe.

“Oh, shit! We’re going to die!”

“I thought we would have a chance, but we can’t even get past the first floor.”

“What else can Feng Wu do apart from brag?”



Since they thought they were going to die, they didn’t care about anything else. They ignored Feng Xun’s threat and started complaining.
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