The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Ming’s laughter was tinged with annoyance. This fellow had some nerve to launch the first attack. Ming stood his ground, not feeling the need to lift a finger against Beiting Huang; he need only wait for Beiting Huang’s strike, as the strength he could muster with a casual block was enough to spell Beiting Huang’s doom.

It wasn’t until a massive, mountain-like aura, like Mount Tai crashing down upon him, roared his way, accompanied by a piercing whooshing sound, that Beiting Huang’s form, like streaks of ghastly light, left afterimages in the sky, Ming’s eyes gradually widened in disbelief as he stared at the youth swooping at him like a hawk.

Ming hurriedly raised the Judgement Staff in his hand, filled with divine power, lifting it high and smashing it fiercely against the flexible sword slashing down from Beiting Huang.

At that moment, the void trembled, ripples spread out like those on water, allowing the spectators to see clearly as a golden light lit up the entire sky. They witnessed Beiting Huang’s flexible sword, after a fierce clash with Ming’s Judgement Staff, whip toward Ming’s neck in a bizarre arc.

When the youth made his move, it was fatal.

But Ming, deserving of his Great Lord strength in the 33 Heavens, reacted sharply. Under the shadow of the scythe of the god of death, his vigilance was heightened, and he shifted his position, launching a side kick, while the Judgement Staff slid along Beiting Huang’s flexible sword, slamming toward Beiting Huang’s face.

A beautiful “Surrounding Wei to save Zhao” move that rescued Ming’s neck from Beiting Huang’s flexible sword.

Beiting Huang’s foot also kicked toward Ming, his knee smashing hard against Ming’s, as Ming rushed to meet it with his own knee. A powerful Energy Wave emanated from where their knees collided fiercely, and in the aftermath, the two figures quickly separated.

Regret, barely concealed, flickered in Beiting Huang’s eyes, along with a hint of relief. Undoubtedly, he was annoyed that he hadn’t managed to kill Ming in that strike, but he also realized that killing a Three Swords God King in one blow was perhaps a bit unrealistic.

“He is strong, worthy of the Three Swords God King, but killing him is not impossible!” Beiting Huang mobilized his divine power to calm the surge of breath and firmly gripped the flexible sword in his hand.

At first glance, Beiting Huang seemed to have failed to score a hit, but upon noticing a lock of his hair sliced by the sword light falling from his shoulder, drifting off into the sky, Ming could no longer suppress the shock in his heart. He’d never expected the youth he’d dismissed to possess such formidable lethality.

“However, thinking of killing me is simply a dream!” Ming inhaled deeply, facing such a powerful opponent, he no longer intended to hold back, “If I get injured in such a place, I might as well not bother.”

Unable to avoid the hatred in Beiting Huang’s eyes, like the fierce glare of a savage wolf, Ming was acutely aware that compared to Xu Xiaomo’s pursuit, Beiting Huang was likely not so easy to deal with. At this moment, he somewhat regretted having listened to Night King’s suggestion to destroy Huang City on a whim.

“This lad is too vicious, even harder to handle than the Snow Wolves of the Ice and Snow Plains. Provoking him was truly unfortunate!” Ming thought irritably, even finding it difficult to meet Beiting Huang’s gaze.