"You gossiping harpies! Just a moment ago, you were cheering Yun'er on and loudly celebrating her victory. Now that Lan Yunxiao has walked over, you turn on her with venomous words. What is wrong with you? All of you must apologize to my Yun'er, or I'll make you pay..." Lan Qinghuan was furious, beyond furious. Once a Martial God looking down from the heavens, revered and worshiped by billions, she had never heard such vicious words.
In her predecessor's memories, those venomous taunts and merciless beatings had only been flashes, not something heard with her own ears or witnessed with her own eyes. Though it made her predecessor's blood boil, it had never filled her with such a frantic urge to rush out and start a massive brawl.
She used to believe that this world belonged solely to the strong, that the weak deserved to be trampled. Only now did she truly understand what it felt like to be weak. She began to seethe at the way these people fawned over the powerful and stepped on the lowly. She believed that true happiness came from people uniting in mutual love and support, and that cowering beneath the strong was never a rule for survival.
Chapter 84