The beautiful woman who had fallen to the ground had a pale face and her forehead was filled with big beads of cold sweat. She was in so much pain from her scapula being locked that she was unable to speak. When she heard Feng Jiu's words, her eyes, like it was on fire, glared at her.
If she was able to speak, she would ask angrily: Who on earth are you? What are you doing?
She had done this for such a long time and had met countless cultivators. Even the cultivators who were stronger than her and she didn't dare lay a hand on them hadn't discovered anything unusual about her place. Unfortunately, this girl was different.
It was one thing to have been discovered, and another to have fallen into her hands. No matter what, she was unwilling to take it lying down.
"Speak!"
Feng Jiu yelled coldly. Her lazy expression turned into a stern look as she glanced at the girls. A powerful force of profound energy covered the three girls.
