Qin Shi Huang ground his teeth and killing intent instantly started surging outward in all directions.
The pressure crashed down, locked onto a single individual.
Fang Yuan dropped to both knees and coughed up blood on the spot.
Zhao Lusi moved immediately, her aura rising as she stepped between them, dispersing the killing intent and buying Fang Yuan a breath.
"What do you think you're doing, little Qin?" she asked coolly, pushing his pressure back.
"If you are hell bent on making a move," Zhao Lusi added lightly, "I'll gladly respond."
Qin Shi Huang's gaze snapped to her and then turned towards Zhao Mei, making eye contact.
"Is this how the Flying Crane Sect treats its guests?" he demanded coldly. "By insulting them?"
Zhao Lusi didn't retreat an inch.
"Disrespect?" she replied calmly. "No."
"All I see is my disciple granting yours a victory."
She tilted her head, a faint, infuriating smile touching her lips.
