Chapitre 22: Slice Him!
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
The Level 5 Spiritual Practitioner infused the longsword in his hand with Spiritual Qi, and the sharp blade pierced towards Beiting Huang with a dazzling white light.
Beiting Huang stood still, causing the girls who were mesmerized by her elegance to cover their mouths, not daring to look.
The tip of the sword struck at Beiting Huang's chest with a sharp aura. On the high platform, the people in charge of the branch of the Beiting Family smiled slightly. This piece of trash had better die here today.
Although it was just a challenge, swords had no eyes. This piece of trash was so stupid that she didn't even have the ability to protect herself. Since it was a challenge, she had the right to not let Beiting Hao bring a sword to fight and the right not to accept the challenge. However, she acted as if she didn't know anything.
It seemed that this trash could only live until the next moment.
Beiting Huang made a strange step on the ground. The blade, which was enhanced by the Spiritual Qi, could only reach her chest. The next second, she grabbed Beiting Hao's wrist with lightning speed. The tip of the sword was forced to face down and swept away in front of him.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream resounded in the sky. The white jade street in front of Beiting Hao was covered with blood. At this moment, almost everyone on the scene had their eyes closed. No one saw what Beiting Huang had done, but Beiting Hao's d*ck was cut off by his own sword.
Was a man still a man without his most precious part?
There was no man present who was not terrified. He subconsciously clamped his legs tighter. There were even those who were timid and could not help but reach out to cover the thing between their legs.
How could the ninth young master be so valiant!
"Beiting Huang, you…"
Beiting Han jumped out of the ring. His brother originally had a five-star magical beast. If it weren't for the fact that she was trash, why would he not summon it?
When did this piece of trash become so powerful? Without a word, he sliced his brother with one move.
Beiting Hao's face was pale. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead. He covered the front of his body with his hands. His white robe was dyed red. The redness was getting bigger and bigger. He fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.
"I'm sorry, I accidentally slipped!" Beiting Huang smiled faintly. She picked up the sword on the ground with her toes and tossed it. "I didn't expect this sword to be so sharp. I don't have such a good thing!"
The meaning was obvious. This sword wasn't hers. She had nothing to do with Beiting Hao's death.
In addition, she had used the words she had said to Mu Qingling previously. If others wanted to kill her, did she have to stand still and let others beat and kill her?
To not admit that one has received a benefit, how could he be so shameless?
Beiting Han was so angry that he couldn't speak. His hand that was pointing at Beiting Huang trembled again and again. "You, you, you…"
Beiting De watched helplessly now that his youngest son was no longer a man. He looked at Beiting Huang with eyes that were as terrifying as poison. Beiting Huang raised her head and looked at him. Her sharp killing intent surged along with her gaze. She had never been an impulsive person. Since she dared to do this today, she had never been afraid of the future.
"Ha, it's really lively today!"
Just as Beiting De was about to make a move, someone from the back of the crowd broke the silence. An exquisite carriage was pulled by four white winged horned horses. Purple silk ribbons hung from the four corners of the carriage, each with a huge Night Pearl hanging from it. It was high-profile and luxurious, deliberately showing off its nobility.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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