Novel Wait
Chapter 1370: 1370: Little Ninth, Are You Afraid That I'll Lay a Hand on You?
Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: Little Ninth, Are You Afraid That I’ll Lay a Hand on You?
Beiting Huang’s hand slowly caressed her abdomen, at the dantian, the Soul Pill that Yan Ye had given her had already been stored within her dantian. Inside that pearl, there sat a tiny Yan Ye in meditation, and she was very clear that this was the hope Yan Ye had left her. Even if the people within the Four Directional Divine Pillars could never return, as long as that Soul Pill was there, there was a day Yan Ye might come back to her.
But, no matter what the cost, even if she had to rip through the Ninefold Skies, even if, just as Ming Xiu said, the Four Directions Divine Prison had completely devoured Yan Ye, she would never give up. How the Four Directions Divine Prison devoured Yan Ye, that’s exactly how it must spit him back out.
The plaza was deathly silent, everyone held their breath, watching Beiting Huang apprehensively. At this time, Beiting Huang was unlikely to be too rational; he had just lost the person he loved most. His gaze was indifferent, devoid of any warmth, and such a person made everyone feel afraid.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
It wasn’t just his strength that they feared, but also that ruthless determination that shone through his eyes.
“Ming Xiu, if it weren’t for Xi Feng’s collusion with the Spirit God Clan, if it weren’t for the heaven-sent blood contract, there wouldn’t be a today!” Beiting Huang’s hand lingered over the dantian as a bloodthirsty light surged in her eyes. Her voice, as though coming from the depths of hell, carried a chill, “Ten thousand years ago, Yan Ye lost me due to the heaven-sent blood contract. Today, ten thousand years later, I lost Yan Ye because of the heaven-sent blood contract. Ming Xiu, tell me, how should I settle this account with you all?”
How should I settle this account with you all?
The voice echoed between heaven and earth, drifting above the plaza and reverberating from all directions, persistently lingering in everyone’s minds, making all hearts pound and blood surge with each word.
The voice carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, Divine Sense Power of such caliber that even Guan Yang and Green Concubine could hardly bear it. Bing Feng, wounded already, felt even worse. At this point, she clutched the life token tightly in her hand, worried that Beiting Huang might lash out at any moment. No matter what, she could not afford to lose her life here.
Guan Yang and Green Concubine slowly gravitated towards Ming Xiu. They did not wish to return to the 33 Heavens just yet; both had missions they could not abandon. Guan Yang did not want to return empty-handed, lest his father think less of him, and Green Concubine simply could not go back. At this juncture, only by relying on Ming Xiu could they preserve their lives.
Pushing aside Lord Beiting Jing, Beiting Huang slowly walked towards Ming Xiu. By the time she arrived at Ming Xiu’s side, her hand, unbeknownst to anyone, already held a nine-colored Heavenly Halberd. The halberd was exquisitely made, with ancient patterns flowing across it, and the edges gleamed with a cold, bright light. The entire halberd seemed enveloped by a thin mist, which upon a closer look, was discovered to be flames burning across it.
Ming Xiu glanced indifferently at the Heavenly Halberd in Beiting Huang’s hand, his gaze then falling upon the young person. She was dressed in red, like flames set ablaze, hovering between heaven and earth. Her long black hair flew amidst the energy fluctuations, her delicate face, cold in expression, making her seem as if seen through a layer of ice. Such a youth, even though no longer in a girl’s form, could satisfy his heart with just one glance.
“Little Ninth, are you afraid I will make a move against you?” Ming Xiu asked, eyes brimming with pain, emotions stirring. Had the trust between them already deteriorated to such an extent?