The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1369: Chapter 1369: Four Directions Divine Prison
 

“Hahaha, stop dreaming!” Ming Xiu’s voice, as if tearing through the heart and lungs, cried out from the ripples of light, making everyone turn to look at him with annoyance. Was this man bent on self-destruction every single minute? “Huang Jiu, don’t bother hoping that he’ll return. He’s trapped inside the Four Directions Divine Prison formed by the Four Directional Divine Pillars, where there’s neither spiritual qi nor demonic energy for him to cultivate with. The Divine Prison only saps the energy from his body. When his Soul Power has been completely absorbed, that will be the time he turns to dust and smoke!”

There was a deathly silence all around. Just when everyone had harbored a sliver of hope for Yan Ye, hearing Ming Xiu’s words, their hearts plummeted as if falling off a cliff and sinking deep into the earth’s core.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just now, they had witnessed that terrifying bolt of Nine-Layered Heavenly Thunder, which had the strength to split a continent in two. That Yan Ye had even managed to withstand it was no small feat, and now the Four Directional Divine Pillars were going to absorb his Soul Power? My heavens, if his Soul Power was absorbed, would there be any chance of survival left for him?

Beiting Huang’s cold eyes watched Ming Xiu, observing this man who, like herself, was almost insane, a savage smile of delight in disaster appearing on her face. Beiting Huang’s heart turned even colder—no sorrow, no excitement, just coldness, as if her heart had soaked for ten thousand years in the snowy realm of the Northern Pole Lands, making her eyes emit a frost that could seal a thousand miles.

Seeing Beiting Huang like this, Ming Xiu inexplicably felt a touch of joy. Little Ninth must have given up on Yan Ye, right? That must be it. He had just said that he feared not loving Yan Ye even after ten thousand years, and suddenly, Ming Xiu felt a rush of blood to his head. Gazing sincerely at Beiting Huang without caring for her icy look, he said, “Little Ninth, he’s not coming back. You can’t imagine what the Four Directions Divine Prison is like. The heavens have nine tiers, and he has already suffered the Nine-Layered Heavenly Thunder, the fiercest of all thunder tribulations. That he managed to speak one last word to you alive is already very difficult; he absolutely won’t withstand the Divine Devouring Power of the Four Directional Divine Pillars.”

Hearing Ming Xiu speak these words, even the likes of Guan Yang, who had previously stood on the same side as Ming Xiu, now felt they no longer understood this most wise and martial prince of the Spirit God Clan. At a time like this, to say such things, wasn’t he just asking to be beaten up?

And in the plaza, everyone from the Central Continent wanted to rush over and give Ming Xiu a good thrashing.

“Ming Xiu, are you sick? I think you’re pretty seriously ill!” Xu Xiaomo’s original sadness was now completely replaced by anger. With a flash of her figure, everyone only saw a blur before she was already in front of that water ripple, throwing a fierce punch at it, “Have you been living like shit these past years? Or is it because Xi Feng’s infidelity drove you out of your mind? Don’t think just because the Devil Emperor is gone, you stand a chance. Let me tell you, even if Little Ninth were to marry a Forest Wild Boar, she wouldn’t marry you!”

As people watched her explode, they initially felt it served him right, but upon hearing the last part, a look of astonishment appeared on each face, and they couldn’t help but look at Xu Xiaomo with sympathy. Oh, young one, you are still too naive, to be angered into spouting nonsense, is it worth it?

Lord Beiting Jing looked deeply at Xu Xiaomo, wanting to say something but eventually swallowing it down. He reached out with two fingers, gently wiping away the tear stains on Beiting Huang’s face and said softly, “Little Ninth, let’s go back first.”