âWho are you? What is your name?â Ming Su toyed with a string of beads in his hand, a total of thirty-six beads, the size of a thumb, made from the skulls of a poisonous snake and wrapped in whirling black mist. His smile was icy cold as he glanced at Beiting Huang, chuckling, âNot speaking? If you donât speak, this Young Master has ways to make you talk!â
Beiting Huang averted his gaze, no longer looking at the string of beads in Ming Suâs hand. His grip tightened on the flexible sword he held, and he responded with a cold laugh, âIâve heard that before you ask for someone elseâs name, you should introduce yourself first. So, whatâs your name?â@@novelbin@@
Ming Suâs gaze leisurely swept over Beiting Huang, unabashed, from head to toe, âAre you from the Central Continent? This Young Master has heard that thereâs a youth in the Central Continent who specifically opposes the Divine Hall of Judgment. Fifteen years old, named Beiting Huang. Is that you?â
Hearing this, Beiting Huangâs eyes involuntarily twitched with irritation. He looked up at Ming Su and slowly narrowed his eyes. At that moment, Beiming had informed Beiting Huang of this personâs background within his sea of consciousness, âMing Su, the only son of the Spirit Realm Master. I donât actually know him either, but this kid, he looks too much like his old man.â
âSpirit Realm? Domain Lord? From the 33 Heavens?â Beiting Huang asked, puzzled.
âEver since the Dark Demon World came into existence, the clans from the 33 Heavens never ceased attempting to conquer this place. Yet, time in the Dark Demon World flows far slower than in the 33 Heavens. A year in the Dark Demon World is equivalent to a hundred years in the 33 Heavens; nobody wishes to come here. After all, spending one more day here means falling behind a hundred days in cultivation compared to the 33 Heavens. The Domain Lord of the Spirit Realm is Ming Hongâs second son, named Ming Xiao, born to Ming Hongâs second wife. It is said that when Ming Hong sent him here, he stated that if Ming Xiao could conquer the Dark Demon World, it would forever belong to him.â
It was the first time Beiting Huang had heard of the adage about a single day here being equivalent to a hundred days in the 33 Heavens, filling him with trepidation. But now was not the time to be distracted.
âMing⦠Su?â Beiting Huang called out the otherâs name, which naturally startled Ming Su.
Ming Su burst into laughter, âFantastic! Beiting Huang, do you know how high the bounty for you is?â He gestured towards the sky, âIn the 33 Heavens, my grandfather said that capturing you alive would grant one a chance at a spiritual energy inheritance from our great ancestor.â
âWhatâs so great about that old manâs spiritual energy inheritance?â Beiting Huang said with a light smile, âIf you can capture me alive, the Devil Emperor is willing to exchange the Yanmo Heavenly Clan with you for me. That way, the Spirit God Clan would effortlessly acquire the Yanmo Heavenly Clanâthat is my true value, Master.â
Ming Su was taken aback, then laughed heartily once more. He looked rather charming with his feminine features, and as he laughed, he seemed all the more radiant. He gazed at Beiting Huang with particular interest, âYou really have a connection with the Devil Emperor⦠Tsk, tsk, tsk, I admire your courage. This Young Master is actually quite interested in you too. I wonder how your flavor compares to these four stunning beauties of mine?â
Seeing Beiting Huangâs face growing increasingly stern, Ming Su laughed, âBut, whether itâs our great ancestorâs spiritual energy inheritance or the Devil Emperorâs Yanmo Heavenly Clan, this Young Master is more interested in these!â
A hint of demonic power, mingling with the golden divine energy, slowly enveloped the flexible sword. At long last, after half a year, Beiting Huangâs Absolute Kill was activated for the first time with its Four Tiers of Magical Attributes: bloodthirst, Poison Attack, bloodthirst for divinity, and Confusion.