"Zhang Mazi, it's time we settled our accounts."
Once Junior Brother Jin finished announcing the competition rankings, Feng Xian'er stepped past him and finally turned to Zhang Qiling, whose expression kept shifting.
"Last time, when your disciple took a beating, you intervened personally. I let it slide."
Her voice was soft, as soft as if she were exchanging greetings with an old friend.
But every word was like a poisoned blade, flaying Zhang Qiling's eardrums raw.
She took a light step forward.
With a sharp crack, a web of fractures spread across the bluestone platform beneath her feet.
"This time, your disciple planted poisoned needles in the Alchemy Chamber and blew up my disciple's Alchemy Chamber during the Dao of Alchemy competition."
She took another step.
The teacup in front of Zhang Qiling shattered into powder with a snap.
"Tell me, what should I do as his master?"
Zhang Qiling shot to his feet, his liver-colored face burning with pain.
What a joke. She had called him Zhang Mazi in front of so many people.
She was openly slapping his face under everyone's eyes.
He released the pressure of the Yellow Dragon Realm, trying to recover his lost dignity.
But the instant his pressure reached within three feet of Feng Xian'er, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Although both were Yellow Dragon Great Experts, they were on entirely different levels. The gap in their strength was far from small.
Or perhaps the Yellow Dragon strength Feng Xian'er displayed was merely the outward strength she wanted him to see.
"Feng Xian'er, this matter hasn't been investigated yet. Don't spew bloody slander. My disciple..."
Before he could finish, Feng Xian'er moved.
No one saw how she moved.
A purple blur flashed past, and the next