Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
Beiting Huangâs body swayed, and she already had a bad feeling. She and Ming looked at each other and she saw a trace of unprecedented seriousness in Mingâs eyes.
No one had expected that there would actually be such a powerful opponent in the palace of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire. This person was countless times stronger than the Divine Realm expert from the Divine Hall of Judgment.
âThis person is in the High Sword Divine Realm. Heâs a projection clone. Huang, letâs deal with him together!â Ming tilted his head and looked at Beiting Huang. A Divine King was simply an unreachable existence for Beiting Huang at this moment. Would she be afraid?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHe only has the strength of a High Sword Divine Realm expert. Heâs just a plane projection clone. Hmph, since youâve come to my territory, even if youâre a dragon, youâll have to lie on your stomach!â The soft sword in Beiting Huangâs hand shook violently and she was the first to dive to the ground.
She would definitely not let Chu Feng fall into this personâs hands. She would definitely not let anyone hurt Chu Feng, not even a Divine King!
In the sky, nine-colored flames surged wildly. Ming pulled out his hand from the flames and held an exquisite halberd made of nine-colored jade in his hand. The halberd in his hand suddenly enlarged infinitely and was wrapped in surging flames. He held the handle of the halberd and raised it high. A thunderous aura smashed towards the palace on the ground.
BOOM!
The flames boiled, and the sound was so loud that it almost tore the sky apart. At this moment, countless ruins shot out in all directions from the originally exquisite palace. A figure also flew out of the dilapidated palace. His body was covered in nine-colored flames. No matter how he attacked, the flames would not be extinguished. This guy had no choice but to grab his clothes and throw them out. Then, he cut off his blazing hair with a slash!
Who was this person?
Beiting Huang floated in front of Chu Feng with a soft sword in her hand. Her outer robe had already been put into her interspatial ring, and her fiery red armor enveloped her agile figure. Ming used the halberd in his hand to pick up the flames in front of him and sprinkle them towards Silver Moon City. She asked coldly, âWho are you? Which division of the 33 Heavens are you from?â
After this person tore off his outer robe, he revealed the silver armor on his body. His long hair that was originally scattered behind him was cut off by his sword and only reached his shoulders. His eyes were originally filled with disdain, but after hearing Mingâs question, he put away the disdain in his eyes and looked at Ming seriously. âAre you also from that plane projection? No, youâre not a projection clone. Since you know that plane, you should know that Iâm an envoy from the Spirit God Race sent by His Majesty, the Emperor of the Spirit God Race, to the Central Continent. Today, you met me. You must die!â
Beiting Huang stood behind the youngest son of the Spirit God Raceâs Emperor and couldnât see clearly what this kid looked like. However, when he heard this kidâs words, he burst out laughing on the spot. âA mere High Sword Divine Realm expert actually dares to speak nonsense!â
Hearing someone speak to him in such a tone behind him, he immediately turned around in anger. When he saw Beiting Huang, he didnât know what was wrong with him. He was so shocked that he took a few steps back. With shock in his eyes, he raised his hand and pointed at Beiting Huang, unable to say anything. âYou, you, youâ¦â
âWhat about me?â Beiting Huang took a step closer, her gaze as sharp as a knife. âIf you have something to say, say it. Youâre hesitating. Are you a man?â