Just as Bai Yu stepped down, a crimson flowing light shot onto the arena with a whoosh. This time, it was not a challenger but Li Zhu. She first looked at Lin Yan with concern. Only after seeing him signal with his eyes that he was fine did she whirl around, plant her hands on her hips, and sweep her flame-spitting crimson pupils across the Phoenix Clan youths below, whose expressions kept changing.
"Well? Huh?! Are you convinced now?" Li Zhu's voice was crisp and bright, carrying the Phoenix Clan's distinctive pressure that instantly drowned out the surrounding clamor. "Even Bai Yu lost to Lin Yan. What else do you have to say?"
She pointed at the ashen-faced Bai Yu, who was taking pills and regulating his breath with the help of his clansmen, then at the iron-faced Jin Hao and several others who had shouted the loudest before. "You, you, and all of you! Every day, you hold your heads so high you practically look at people through your nostrils. Now you've all been beaten flat on the ground. Do you still dare look down on others?"
Their faces alternated between red and white from her scolding, yet none dared directly talk back to Li Zhu. Her status, strength, and especially her fiery temper were famous throughout Buzhou Mountain. Besides, they had just suffered defeat, and their momentum had already been weakened.
Jin Hao stiffened his neck and said harshly, "Li Zhu, don't push things too far. Victory and defeat are normal in arena matches. We... we never looked down on Lin Yan's strength. It's only that his understanding of bloodlines is too misguided, and we had no choice but to..."
"Shut up!" Li Zhu cut him off without ceremony, her small face full of mockery. "What misguided understanding?