Lord Beiting Jing was still immersed in the joy of revenge fulfilled but even more so, in his sympathy for Beiting Huang. He could clearly see the paleness that appeared on Beiting Huangâs face after unleashing his ultimate move. Lord Beiting Jingâs heart was half joyful, half painful, and he hadnât yet recovered his senses when he was suddenly pushed out by Dongfang Jiao.
Taken by surprise, Lord Beiting Jing fell toward the ground; had his strength not been formidable, he almost would have face-planted into the dirt. Fortunately, Ximen Song moved quickly, catching him in time, and Lord Beiting Jing swiftly steadied himself.
âDongfang Jiao, youâre really courting death!â Lord Beiting Jing, furious, rolled up his sleeves and threw a punch at Dongfang Jiao with a whoosh.
This punch wasnât imbued with spiritual energy; a fight between brothers didnât need to be a matter of life and death. Lord Beiting Jing was purely annoyed, which was why he struck out. Dongfang Ao stood aside, watching as Dongfang Jiao was about to dodge, when the latterâs shoulder was lightly bumped, sending him tumbling right into Lord Beiting Jingâs fist.
âOuch!â
Lord Beiting Jingâs punch landed solidly on Dongfang Jiaoâs nose, a cry of pain escaping from the latterâs lips. Lord Beiting Jing was almost dumbfounded; he couldnât believe his punch had genuinely landed on Dongfang Jiao. He clearly saw the guy escape, so how did he end up back here?
Dongfang Jiaoâs instincts werenât wrong; he knew he had indeed escaped, but as he did, someone bumped his shoulder, sending him crashing down under Lord Beiting Jingâs fist. Dongfang Jiao rubbed his shoulder, then his nose, looked at his brother and at Lord Beiting Jing, he wasnât so stupid as to not realize who had played this dirty trick on him.
Was this really his brother? Dongfang Jiao deeply doubted whether Lord Beiting Jingâs mother had given birth to twins, with one being taken by the Dongfang family, and thatâs how he got his âbrother.â
âYou, youâve actually teamed up to bully me alone!â Dongfang Jiao was so angry that his eyes, despite being in his twenties, reddened.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He could endure being hit by Lord Beiting Jing, but he hadnât expected his own brother to strike him. Was he really so annoying?
However, seeing his wife-like appearance, Dongfang Ao and others couldnât help but burst into laughter. Ximen Song clapped on Dongfang Jiaoâs shoulder, âHavenât you thought, where would Little Ninth have the energy to go shopping or drinking with you now? If you have the ability, try fighting with a Third-Rank Divine King on your own and see!â
Just surviving such a battle was enough to earn admiration, let alone being able to slay the opponent!
At that moment, the voice of Flame Cityâs Great Elder rang out as he hovered in the air, shouting toward Xu Xiaomo and othersâ, âGuests from the 33 Heavens, our city lord has commanded us to welcome the three distinguished guests to the Nine Spirits Palace, the city lord says, thank you for lending a hand when Huang City was destroyed!â
The Great Elder from Yan City was representing Huang City to express their gratitude to Xu Xiaomo and the others, which surprised the crowd still gathered in the streets to watch, prompting them to reflect on the matter.
Xu Xiaomo, of course, knew that the Great Elder was inviting her, Chi Fei, and Chi Lan. She raised her hand and waved it toward the Great Elder and the others, âThereâs no need, my brother needs a good rest, Iâll come back tomorrow to find him after heâs had a good rest!â
It was unclear whether it was because Xu Xiaomo had come to Huang Cityâs rescue, or because of Xu Xiaomoâs use of the word âbrother,â but Lord Beiting Jing took a liking to this youngster and couldnât help but call out, âLittle Ninthâs friend, I am Little Ninthâs elder brother. Weâre planning to tour the lake, would the three of you be interested in joining us?â