At the sound of Feng He's voice, Lin Jingjing faltered. Seizing the opportunity, the girl pinned to the ground scrambled out from under her.
She shoved Lin Jingjing aside and quickly scrambled to her feet.
The girl stood and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Lin Jingjing had already retracted the spiritual power she'd been using to attack them.
"Madwoman," the girl cursed. "Why didn't you just die on the battlefield?"
"A bunch of worthless trash, you reek!"
The anger Lin Jingjing had just suppressed instantly flared up again.
Feng He's expression turned grim when she heard this.
The other girls standing nearby immediately shouted, "Manli, shut your mouth! You want to get beaten again?"
Manli snorted derisively, her entire posture radiating contempt.
"She only got me with a sneak attack. Just you watch. In a minute, I'll beat her so badly she'll be on her knees, begging me to stop." As she spoke, Manli adopted an offensive stance.
