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With that, Beiting Huang flicked her robe and walked towards Leng Chenfeng.

Looking at her back, Qin Yu was absent-minded for a moment. He seemed to have seen the young man in Luobei City again. He was about to call her “Little Ninth” when he realized that Little Ninth was a sword master, not a spirit master.

The two of them followed Beiting Huang from the left and right. They could not take half a step away from her again. They could not fail to protect her in time when danger came again.

A pair of black satin shoes landed in front of his feet. He struggled to raise his eyelids and glanced at Beiting Huang. His face was as pale as paper, and blood was slowly flowing down from the corner of his lips. “Hehe, if you weren’t lucky, do you think I would be the one lying on the ground now?”

How unrepentant!

Beiting Huang couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone who was about to die. She sneered and said, “Luck is also a type of strength!”

She raised Leng Chenfeng’s face slightly with the tip of her foot so that he could face her. She lowered her head and looked down at the person on the ground. Looking at his expression, Beiting Huang slowly shook her head. “For the sake of Teacher, I didn’t want to take your life. Even if I knew that you wanted me to die, I didn’t have the intention to kill you. I didn’t expect you to be so obsessed. You brought this upon yourself!”

“Hmph!” Even though Leng Chenfeng knew that he was about to die in the next moment, he did not regret it. “There can only be one peerless genius. If it were you, I would rather die!”

“A peerless genius?” The sneer in Beiting Huang’s eyes was like a knife, shining with a cold light. “Don’t you know that geniuses have always fallen faster? Idiot, you don’t even realize that you’ve been used!”

Beiting Huang saw Leng Chenfeng slowly dying in pain. She retracted her toes and turned her head to look. Behind the crowd, a figure as white as the clouds in the sky looked at her. A glint of light flashed in her eyes. Gu Hao. She would remember this person. One day, she would definitely take his life.

As if he understood the look in Beiting Huang’s eyes, Gu Hao smiled and glanced at Leng Chenfeng, who was deader than dead on the ground. It was as if he was saying that if he wanted his life, he had to deal with the Shang clan first!

Could it be that she was afraid of the Shang clan? It was fine if they did not come, but if they really came for her after Leng Chenfeng’s death, she would definitely make those people never return.

Leng Tinghuang’s dusty corpse was quickly cleaned up by the people of the City Lord’s Mansion. No one had ever remembered a loser, let alone a shameful person who launched a sneak attack after losing. Everyone only had eyes for Beiting Huang, a 14-year-old young hero.

“Lord Bei Ye, Lord Bei Ye, you’re really amazing. Let’s go and drink!” Rikedo and Tynon led the members of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group over and surrounded Beiting Huang in a protective posture.

Everyone’s adoring gazes gathered on Beiting Huang. Beiting Huang looked around and saw pairs of burning eyes. She raised her hand and waved it forcefully. The aura of a king immediately appeared. “Alright, let’s get drunk tonight!”

He would not return until he was drunk!

Cheers once again resounded throughout the square. At this moment, simple and hot-blooded mercenaries came forward one after another. They surrounded Beiting Huang and escorted her towards the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion. If their hero wanted to fight, he would fight openly. They would no longer allow anyone to shamelessly launch a sneak attack.