Translator: Atlas Studios   Editor: Atlas Studios
Beiting Huang glared at him, and Beiting Jianâs heart skipped a beat. It was just a look, but the pressure was so overwhelming that he almost retreated in shock. Why was this young man so strange? Could it be that she had advanced again in a short period of time?
No, how was that possible? She was already a peakâ level Star Spirit Master. If she advanced⦠Beiting Jian shook his head violently. That was impossible! How could there be a Spiritual Grandmaster who wasnât even 15 years old? There had been countless peerless geniuses on the continent over the past 10,000 years, but he had never heard of such a genius.
âSo what if I am?â
Beiting Huang raised his dantian, and surging elemental energy seeped out of his body to resist Beiting Huangs gaze.
A low Sword Level could actually pressurize a high Sword Level?
The entire meeting hall was filled with the direct descendants and important figures of the Beiting Family. These figures were all Heaven Rank experts. How could they not see the competition between the two of them? There was no smoke, but they saw the sword light. Everyone was surprised. This Ninth Young Master was indeed a figure.
âHmph!â Beiting Huang sneered and gently swiped her finger across the table beside her. Her finger was like jade, weak and boneless, but in Beiting Jianâs eyes, this hand was covered in blood. Who knew how many lives had fallen into her hands? This was the hand of the Grim Reaper.
âIn this world, there are only places I donât want to go and places I canât go!â
Beiting Huang raised her eyelids indifferently. Her sharp gaze swept across Beiting Jianâs face. âIâm no longer a four-year-old child that doesnât have the ability to protect myself. If that old fart hadnât given me this Ultimate Kill, I would have come here today, and your Beiting family would have been destroyed. â
âHow arrogant!â Beiting Jian slammed the table and stood up. He didnât believe that these arrogant old antiques of the Beiting Family wouldnât stand on his side after what Beiting Huang had said. He pointed at Beiting Huang and said angrily to the inner city elders sitting in the meeting hall, âListen to your arrogant tone. The Beiting Family has been established for ten thousand years. Even if youâre talented, youâre dreaming if you think you can defeat the Beiting Family alone! â
âWho said I want to deal with the entire Beiting Family alone?â Beiting Huangs lips curled up into a mocking smile. âDonât you want this old fart to give the position of the head of the family to your son? Alright, I agree. Let him have it. I want to see if he has the ability to sit firmly in this position without my approval! Hahaha!â
After Beiting Huang finished speaking, she laughed loudly!
She was the youngest in the entire meeting hall, and her laughter was the most hearty. After a moment, Beiting Qing came back to his senses and laughed as well. He walked forward and picked up Beiting Huang. âCome, my good grandson. Tell me, how are you going to deal with the Beiting family?â
These words scared the hell out of everyone in the meeting hall. However, Beiting Jing didnât care at all. How could Beiting Qing take Beiting Huang away from him? Beiting Jing hugged Beiting Huang tightly and glared at him. âLittle Ninth is mine. Donât even think about taking her away!â
âYouâve been hugging him for so long. Itâs my turn. You brat, do you know how to respect the old and love the young?â Beiting Qing held Beiting Huangâs shoulders and refused to let go.
Beiting Huangs body was about to fall apart from being pulled around by the two of them. She was especially displeased and lost her temper at Beiting Qing. âAre you done? Iâm not a three-year-old child. If you have something to say, say it.. Donât beat around the brush!â