The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master - Chapter 150

150 Glory, Battle!

A fourteen-year-old four-star great spirit master was already the most abnormal existence on this road. A great spirit master with blue elemental energy had never been heard of since ancient times. He was already a heaven-defying existence and even had two holy beasts. Was this guy sent by the heavens to trample on the world?

“F*ck!” Even Huang Yuan couldn’t help but shake his head and click his tongue. This guy had intentions to attack people.

It was another Holy Beast, a Nine-star Holy Beast. Leng Chenfeng’s face darkened. He had a Nine-star Holy Beast himself, so he didn’t have the advantage at all in terms of his Contracted Beast. The other party had an additional Holy Beast, so he could completely make up for the difference in stars.

However, this battle was the center of attention. He could only win and not lose.

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“Don’t think that you can defeat me just because you have one more Holy Beast, Bei Ye? Today, I’ll let you truly experience the strength of a high star Great Spirit Master!” Leng Chenfeng sneered. The aura of his entire body rose once again in his determination to win.

Beiting Huang’s pitch-black eyes shot out a sharp light. She estimated the difference in strength between her and Leng Chenfeng. With a thought, her cold voice exploded like an ice spring. “Lightning Armor Formation, Thunderbolt Partial Armor Formation!”

The other party was also a Great Spirit Master and did not have the strength to fight in the sky. There was no need for her to transform Thunderbolt, which was known for its speed, into full-body armor. On the contrary, Lightning was a nine-star holy beast, and its defense was definitely stronger than a seven-star holy beast’s. Beiting Huang was not arrogant enough to underestimate the attack of a high-star Great Spirit Master. Life was always the most important. Only with life could there be hope. It was also her motto to be careful.

Two rays of light pounced on Beiting Huang at the same time. Lightning transformed into silver armor that enveloped Beiting Huang’s entire body. The silver runes shone like flowing water, shining brightly under the light of the square that was as bright as day. It made Beiting Huang’s figure look as beautiful as a rolling mountain. She was wearing a pair of exquisite black combat boots, and a huge cloud wrapped around half of her calf. The silver and black battle armor combination of two extreme colors gave a strong visual impact. It was a hundred times stronger than Leng Chenfeng’s.

Instantly, the girls in the square squealed. The beautiful young man was engraved in their hearts and would never be erased in their lives.

He took a step back and lowered his body. He held the weapon in his hand tightly with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips. The battle intent in his heart burned like wildfire. The battle had yet to begin, but he was prepared to attack!

The battle on the field was about to start at any moment. Everyone below the field held their breaths. The square where tens of thousands of people were at was dead silent. Everyone’s nerves were tense as they stared at the people on the field without moving.

He quietly felt the change in the other party’s aura. The wisps of spiritual energy released by the other party were captured by his body. In this state, his footwork depended on his senses, and his intuition came from capturing the other party’s spiritual energy.

Pop!

With a violent sound, Beiting Huang suddenly took a step forward, launched his body, and took the initiative to attack. Leng Chenfeng stabbed forward with the spear in his hand. He had already assumed an attacking posture. His vision blurred, and Beiting Huang’s figure actually disappeared from his eyes. Leng Chenfeng couldn’t help but panic. In the next moment, a white flexible sword had already reached his face.

What kind of strange speed was this? The angle was extremely tricky. If Leng Chenfeng’s strength was just a little lower, perhaps at this moment, Leng Chenfeng’s head would no longer be on his neck. Leng Chenfeng’s body suddenly fell back and his body lowered. The flexible sword swept past his face, bringing with it a strong wind that stung his face.