Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Beiting Huang slashed at Beiting Yi’s soft sword without hesitation. She didn’t seem to be worried about Beiting Huan stabbing her at all. Instead, she frightened Qin Yu, who was chasing after Beiting Huan. He chased after Beiting Huan and attacked with the spear in his hand. At this mont, he didn’t care about any techniques. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t catch up at all, he would have used his body to block this sword for Beiting Huang!
“Beiting Huan, you bastard!”
The spear in Qin Yu’s hand was wrapped in layers of Spiritual Qi as if it was burning. It blasted towards Beiting Huan. At this mont, Beiting Huan’s back was almost wide open. Qin Yu’s long sword almost went straight in.
Pfft! Pfft!
The sound of two sharp weapons piercing into flesh rang out on the quiet street. At this mont, the Divine Palace warriors surrounding Beiting Huang all stopped in their tracks. On the entire street, the citizens who were watching the show were so shocked that they couldn’t open their mouths. Their eyes were so wide that their eyeballs almost fell out.
In the sky, the soft sword in Beiting Huang’s hand pierced through Beiting Yi’s heart. The long sword in Beiting Huan’s hand slashed at Beiting Huang, but it burst into flas. Nine-colored sparks fell like petals and dissipated in the air. anwhile, the spear in Qin Yu’s hand pierced through Beiting Huan.
“No, no, how could it be? How could it be?” Beiting Huan couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that he had sacrificed his son’s life without harming Beiting Huang at all!
“Nothing is impossible!” The corners of Beiting Huang’s lips twitched. With a thought, the invisible soft sword around her was wrapped in sky-blue elental energy like a ribbon. Nine-colored flas decorated her body and surrounded her tightly, protecting her. How could Beiting Huan’s long sword get close to her?
“Hmph! In this world, no one can sneak attack anymore. If you want to bla soone, you can only bla yourselves. You did sothing wrong and don’t know how to go back on your word. You actually want to fra . You’re simply courting death!”
After Beiting Huang finished speaking, a burst of nine-colored flas burst out of her soft sword. Silver lightning as thin as gossar threads swam in the flas like small snakes. The flas wrapped around the Beiting Yi through the soft sword. As soon as the flas appeared, they dissipated and floated in the air. Where was Beiting Yi?
He died and turned into ashes!
“No!”
Under the last of Beiting Huan’s power, a shrill voice shook the world. Ignoring the spear stuck in his body, he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at Beiting Huang crazily. “You damn bastard, you killed my son!”
A High Sword Star Spirit Master was much more tenacious than ordinary people. However, at this mont, Beiting Huan was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Qin Yu suddenly pulled out his spear, and a rain of blood shot out from Beiting Huan’s body. With a cry of pain, Beiting Huan’s body had already smashed into the ground.
“Beiting Huang, you’ll die a horrible death. One day, the God of Judgent will avenge us!”
Lying on the ground like a dead dog, Beiting Huang still stubbornly scolded Beiting Huang with the most vicious words. “Your family deserves to die. Beiting Rui deserves to die, Beiting Lang deserves to die, and Beiting Qing is also an old bastard. The position of the head of the Beiting Family should have been mine. It should have been mine!”
Standing in midair, Beiting Huang gently shook the soft sword in her hand and slapped it against her waist. Hearing Beiting Huan’s curses, she glanced down coldly. “Do you think I care about the re status of the Beiting family head?”
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