Know Your Place

"Hoho?"

Girias scoffed, "You think you can withstand attacks from the eight of us all alone?"

"Why not?" Isabella lightly raised her chin, "When our cultivation base is the same, none of you can match me in terms of prowess. I wish people would know their place and back out like I did a while ago when necessary, but it seems like only a fist would make retards understand."

Isabella took a step forward and shot towards the nearest inheritor.

"…!?"

That cultivator flinched and turned back.

*Bang!~*

His entire figure exploded into a thick fountain of blood, splashing everything in its wake except Isabella, who put up an immortal martial barrier. Her fist rumbled with the power of the mighty earth dragon, its remnant aura causing intense fear to rock the hearts of the others.

The others nearest to Isabella quickly retreated while Girias and Harmon fled for their lives without looking back.