In this world, often the ferocious fear even more ferocious ones.
And often, the proud will bow before those even prouder.
Zhou Yan's words were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the Speech Spirit Heavenly Girl, rendering her incapable of discerning anything in an instant.
These words, each a precious gem, penetrate to the bone, thunderous and enlightening, making it impossible for anyone to refute them.
Yet, a woman's pride, a woman's dignity still drove the Speech Spirit Heavenly Girl to resist.
Though she was already stripped of her dignity, humiliated before Zhou Yan, she still sobbed, full of resentment, "What right do you have to lecture me?"
"What right do I have? Ha ha, indeed, what right do I have? Then let me tell you what right I have!"
Zhou Yan abruptly drew the Xuanyuan Sword, and bright red blood spread like a fountain over the Speech Spirit Heavenly Girl's white bosom, so shocking and startling.
