The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1285: Group Fight? Isn’t That Not So Good?

Xu Xiaomo was equally nervous. Beiting Huang was the first brother she had acknowledged, and although their interactions hadn’t been many, she liked Beiting Huang very much. She absolutely wouldn’t allow anything to happen to Beiting Huang under her watch, “Chi Fei, Chi Lan, I don’t care—if my brother can’t win, you all have to help me out. The four of us will gang up on this bastard!”

“What?”

Chi Lan thought he was hallucinating; he was somewhat simple-hearted. Although he was one of the two sons of the Nine-Colored Great Sovereign of Holy Sword Ridge, he’d never bullied the weak. Not to mention interfering in someone else’s duel, but also to gang up and beat someone? He hadn’t even considered such a thing, “This… isn’t very nice, is it?”

Chi Fei also had psychological barriers, staring at Xu Xiaomo with pleading eyes, “I think your brother Little Ninth probably has everything under control, so you needn’t worry too much!”

“Last time, didn’t you two help me capture a magical beast?” Xu Xiaomo coaxed gently, a cunning light flickering in her bright eyes, which were like crystal grapes. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

“Yes!” Chi Lan nodded, puzzled. It was precisely in the process of taming that magical beast that they were sneak attacked by that bastard Guan Yang, nearly leading to disaster.

“What’s the difference between Ming and a magical beast? Aren’t they both people?” Xu Xiaomo said with a smile, “So, you see, there’s not much difference. What we need to do now is to prevent my brother from getting hurt. Killing Ming is the priority.”

Killing Ming? Just the thought made Chi Lan and Chi Fei feel pressure. That was the most beloved son of the Great Sovereign Ming Hong, and it was said that even the figure atop Demon Spirit Peak took great interest in this younger descendant. Would it really be a good idea to kill him?

Fortunately, with the skills of the young Beiting Huang, killing Ming seemed unlikely. At most, they might help Xu Xiaomo intervene to ensure Beiting Huang didn’t get into trouble.

The brothers exchanged glances and, understanding each other, looked up into the sky.

Above in the sky, Ming hadn’t summoned any magical beasts but now held a Judgement Staff in his hand, which was no different from the one previously in the Night King’s grasp, except that the handle of the staff was embedded with a red gem-like Energy Crystal, flickering with a red and eerie light. He was also squinting his especially dangerous eyes at Beiting Huang, speaking with great displeasure, “You little twerp, you’ve completely enraged This King. Prepare to meet your doom. Dying by the hands of This King’s Judgement Staff should be considered lucky for you!”

The atmosphere was tense, the sky filled with dark clouds. The moon, just three days shy of being full, was now obscured by thick clouds, leaving the sky pitch-black, with only distant stars lightly shining on the two individuals, standing off like gods and Asuras.

“Ming, don’t speak too soon!” Beiting Huang, clad in a red robe, hadn’t summoned any Magical Beasts either. He flicked his flexible sword and his stature gradually lowered as if he were a cheetah eying its prey, ready to strike.

“Good, very good!”

Ming was completely enraged by Beiting Huang. He contemptuously glanced at the young man opposite him, thinking that this kid was really out of his mind. To confront a Three Swords God King and not even summon a magical beast… However, even if he had summoned one, it would have been futile. At fifteen years old, just reaching the heaven stage was an exceptional talent, and even a Sacred Beast couldn’t withstand a casual blow from a Three Swords God King.

Before Ming could finish speaking, Beiting Huang had already exploded into action, his flexible sword now ablaze with smoke. Under the pitch-black night sky, the space where the nine-colored flames billowed twisted and warped, and his once-straight flexible sword slashed viciously towards Ming.