Before Lin Hao could think it through, Lu Dieyi had already stopped.
Lu Dieyi stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. Lin Zheng, on the other hand, staggered back several large steps, his face flushed red.
"Trash!" Lu Dieyi's red lips parted as she uttered the single word.
PTHOO!
Lin Zheng never imagined the insult he had just thrown at Lin Hao would be turned back on him so quickly. Unable to bear it, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Lu Dieyi, don't take it too far! You're at the Ninth Layer and I'm at the Eighth Layer—we're not even comparable!" Lin Zheng roared, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl.
"I, Lu Dieyi, am not in the habit of bullying people. That last palm strike only used eighty percent of my power. I'm telling you this: those who humiliate others will themselves be humiliated! He may be weaker than you now, but that doesn't mean he always will be!"
