The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

“Although Little Ninth is only at the Nine Swords Divine Level, killing Ming wouldn’t be impossible!”

The four Venerables, being at the Heaven Rank themselves, had unique insights. In the recent clash of divine powers, it seemed both were forced to retreat by the other, but Beiting Huang still had the upper hand. To fight on par with the Three Swords God King at the Nine Swords Divine Level was to be victorious in itself.

Among the crowd on the ground, there were no shortage of experts, and after just one round of contact, their view of Beiting Huang changed, fear mingled with an involuntary sense of pride. After all, Beiting Huang was from the Central Continent.

“Beiting Huang, This King admits you are powerful. Being able to cultivate to such a degree in a place as broken as the Central Continent, you should cherish your life!”

Ming floated in the air, streams of divine power emerging from him like silk ribbons, swirling around him like a torrent, while the spiritual qi of heaven and earth continuously rushed towards him. His long silver hair fluttered about, lending him the presence of a silvery war god, as if a deity had descended.

Due to the Demonic Beast Armor Transformation, his golden pupils had turned silver at this moment. His disdainful gaze lightly fell upon Beiting Huang, his scornful words resounding through heaven and earth.

“Ming, let’s cut the chatter!” Beiting Huang did not want to engage in a war of words with Ming at a time like this. She raised her flexible sword high, and a nine-colored light bloomed on the snow-white blade like a blossoming flower.

And Ming, clearly infuriated by Beiting Huang’s words, snorted coldly. He raised the Judgement Staff in his hands towards the sky, and atop it, an energy crystal that resembled a ruby was aligned with a star that wasn’t obscured by the dark clouds. As the ruby connected with the starlight, a peculiar energy emanated from his body, wrapping around him like mist.

Whoosh!

The spiritual qi between heaven and earth was now stimulated to its ultimate degree, converging upon him like ribbons, with sounds of the air breaking resounding. The entire world trembled as if the day of reckoning had arrived.

All could see Ming wielding the scepter, using the ruby atop it to draw starlight and sketch a unique pattern in the sky. As this pattern gradually took shape, they were astonished to see the dark clouds above Flame City slowly dispersing. Stars scattered their light down, imbued with a wild force, flooding into Ming’s body like a deluge.

With the power of the stars fervently pouring into Ming’s body, his Judgement Staff suddenly burst into a multitude of rays, and numerous illusions shot out, waves of terrifying energy pulsating with each illusion.

“This… What is this…” The Flame City’s Great Elder swallowed hard, sneaking a glance at Yan Ye, and whispered a reminder, “The Spirit God Clan has actually taught the Spiritual God Technique to Prince Ming Guang!”

“Spiritual God Technique?”

At the mention of those three words, Beiting Lin trembled all over, nearly falling off the rooftop. Even without experiencing the Divine Art firsthand, just hearing those three words was enough to know this must be a Divine Art left by the Creation God, its power beyond imagination.