The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1282: Ming, come and accept your fate!
 

Hearing that voice, Beiting Huang’s body tensed up for a moment. Before Ximen Song could ask what was wrong, he saw Beiting Huang dart toward the street corner like an arrow, shouting, “Ming, your life is forfeit!”

In the marketplace, everyone was startled by the thunderous shout. They saw a youth in flaming red clothes almost instantly leaving afterimages on the street as he charged toward the man approaching from the other end. The man, upon seeing the youth, was shocked still like a statue, unable to react.

“You… The lord of Huang City?”

The man was wearing a golden robe embroidered with five-clawed golden dragons with golden threads, his handsome face and a pair of golden eyes shimmering brightly under the streetlights, making him look like a golden god commanding respect with just one glance.

“Hahaha!” The youth burst out laughing crazily upon hearing the man’s question. His laughter was full of scorn, anger, and uncontrollable rage. With a slap on his waist, he drew a white flexible sword, like a ribbon of silk, into his hands, “Ming, there is probably no one in the world as foolish as you, not even pigs. You remember me now and think you can destroy my Huang City and still live to return to 33 Heavens?”

Ming was momentarily stunned, not by Beiting Huang’s audacity, but by the exquisitely beautiful face of the youth before him and the familiar feeling it gave off. But for the life of him, he could not recall where he had seen this seemingly familiar youth before.

Ming frowned, quickening his pace as three more people chased after him from behind, ignoring Beiting Huang’s attempt to stop him, “This King doesn’t care who you are. This King doesn’t feel like taking your life right now. Step aside, or don’t blame me for being impolite!”

Beiting Huang nearly laughed in anger. Not taking him seriously? Good, very good. He was about to show this bastard how his life would be reaped!

And behind him, the people of Huang City, who had surrounded him — having once revered this man like a god who could turn Huang City’s fate with the palm of his hand — suddenly felt a surge of sorrow and rage. Everyone clenched their weapons tighter.

Even though they knew very well that they were no match for the man before them, they could not let go of the vengeance for their destroyed city, even if it meant paying with their lives.

Beiting Huang felt the people behind him drawing closer. He abruptly unfolded the flexible sword in his hand, his tone softening slightly, “Big brother, Brother Dongfang, Brother Ximen, stay back, don’t come any closer. I’ll take care of this man today; all you need to do is watch from the sidelines!”

Seeing the fierce look in Beiting Huang’s eyes and the cold light flashing from his flexible sword, Ming realized at that moment that the youth was serious. He couldn’t help but laugh, not caring how Xu Xiaomo, Chi Fei, and Chi Lan were catching up from behind, and lightly clapped his hands, laughing scornfully at Beiting Huang, “A kid who hasn’t even grown a full set of hair, are you joking? Tired of living? I see your so-called Huang City is just kids playing house, electing a little tyke like you as the lord.”

Beiting Huang coldly stared at Ming, worthy of being Ming Hong’s favorite youngest son, he truly bore a striking resemblance to Ming Hong. However, his stupidity also ran deep, just like Ming Hong. Beiting Huang didn’t want to engage in a verbal battle with Ming; today, he was determined to slay Ming on the spot.