The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 988: The Seat of the Beiting Family Head Is Mine

“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 moment, 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 moment, 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 flames. Nine-colored sparks fell like petals and dissipated in the air. Meanwhile, 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 elemental energy like a ribbon. Nine-colored flames 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 me anymore. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourselves. You did something wrong and don’t know how to go back on your word. You actually want to frame me. You’re simply courting death!”

After Beiting Huang finished speaking, a burst of nine-colored flames burst out of her soft sword. Silver lightning as thin as gossamer threads swam in the flames like small snakes. The flames wrapped around the Beiting Yi through the soft sword. As soon as the flames 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 moment, 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 Judgement 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 mere status of the Beiting family head?”