Sima You Yue flung her away, and Zong Zheng Han Yue was tossed far. Her head hit the wall heavily.
As she raised her head, fresh blood trickled down the side of her face. She glared maliciously at Sima You Yue, wishing she could chop her into ten thousand pieces.
Sima You Yue wiped her hand then tossed the cloth on the floor. She said disdainfully, "There's no use looking at me like that. When you lied and made use of me, you should have known that a day like this would come for you."
"Just kill me." Zong Zheng Han Yue looked at her, "The you of the past would never treat your enemies like this. You said that you would just kill them all. Why would you leave me alive!"
"That is because I've never hated anyone like I hate you." Sima You Yue's expression twisted into a mask of hatred, "I want you to see how I take my steps to the very top while you can only stay here in despair forever, never to free yourself, living life in pain every single day!"