If this had happened before, if anyone had dared speak to her like that,
Di Nüfeng would have sent them off to meet their great-grandmother long ago.
But just as Di Nüfeng was about to make a move,
she remembered Li Xuanxiao's warning.
She could only swallow her rage, clench her fists, and turn back.
The young cultivator still had white bear blood on his face. His skin had been pale to begin with, and his smile was rather chilling.
"Hey, miss, don't be so cold. I did save you, after all."
The young cultivator reached out to grab Di Nüfeng's hand.
The instant Di Nüfeng sensed a powerful force rushing at her, her body reacted on instinct.
She swiftly swung her hand back. The gesture seemed casual, but to the young cultivator,
the force was like a surging, roaring flood.
The young cultivator had never expected Di Nüfeng's strength to be so terrifying. Before he could make any effective defensive move, that immense force struck him fiercely.
With a thunderous boom, the young cultivator was flung away like a kite with its string cut.
He flew backward through the air at high speed before slamming viciously into an iceberg a hundred zhang away.
The iceberg instantly burst apart beneath the tremendous impact, countless chunks of ice scattering in every direction.
The young cultivator was not defeated by that violent collision.
A moment later, he rose to his feet again. Though he looked somewhat disheveled, his aura had not been affected much.
Pure strength alone had not caused him any substantial harm.
He adjusted himself, then charged at Di Nüfeng again without hesitation.
The young cultivator was somewhat enraged. "I saved your life, yet you attack me instead? You repay kindness with enmity!"
"Who needed you to save me? Get