The Night King

Seeing that the look in Beiting Huang's eyes was getting fiercer and fiercer, the two of them knew that they wouldn't be able to get away with it today. Since begging for mercy didn't work, they began to threaten her. "Beiting Huang, you and I are both members of the Beiting Family. Even if you're a direct descendant, you can't kill us from the family branch!"

"Is that so?" Beiting Huang raised her hand to look at her injured left wrist. Her eyes were cold, as if she was not looking at a part of her body. She raised her head and squinted at the Sunset Forest. The sky was getting dark, and she had to rush back to the city. "In this Sunset Forest, thousands of people die every day."

This was the reason why they had tricked Beiting Huang into coming here.

She raised her hand and slapped the top of their heads. As the king of the dark mercenary world in her previous life, she had always grasped the most straightforward killing methods. The two of them softened in front of her and slowly slid to the ground without even closing their eyes.

This method of killing was clean, neat, and pleasing to the eye!

"Come out!"

With a clear shout, Beiting Huang stood where she was. She clapped her hands gently and did not turn around, waiting for those people to appear behind her.

These people were brazenly watching from the side. What were their intentions? She never liked to be passive. Attacking was the best defense!

What did she have that made her so arrogant?

Yan Ye didn't understand. He stared at the young man's thin and weak back as he slowly walked around from behind her. His long robe dragged on the ground, but it didn't cause any dust. On his black brocade robe, layers of red spider lilies were embroidered on the back with golden threads. They bloomed luxuriously, but no one dared to look at them deeply.

Her long silver hair fluttered even though there was no wind. She could feel the suffocation brought about by the powerful pressure just by looking at a side profile. Out of habit, she wanted to reach for the gun on her waist. With a slight movement of her fingers, she could no longer move.

She felt an unprecedented sense of danger. This person was terrifying to the extreme. No, she could only say that she was weak to the extreme. There had never been a moment like this. She yearned to be strong like in her previous life, and to not be threatened by anyone because she was strong.

People surrounded her from all sides. Unlike the youths just now, the pressure was dense like a net, enveloping Beiting Huang. She glanced sideways. There were two guards on her left and right. Their faces were as stiff as paper. They were dressed in black brocade robes with small golden flowers embroidered on them, making them look even stranger.

These people were empty-handed, but Beiting Huang did not dare to underestimate them.

On the contrary, she knew very well that these people were so powerful that she did not dare to imagine.

But so what? If these people wanted her life, even if she died, she would not let them have an easy time.

She closed her eyes. In this world, she was so weak. She hated the feeling of being threatened. It made her extremely unsafe. She was born to look down on others, not be looked down on. As long as she could survive today, no matter how wonderful this world was, she, Beiting Huang, would stand at the top of this world and be admired by everyone. She would not be like now, where danger lurked everywhere and she had to struggle to survive.

"How dare you! Kneel before His Highness the Night King!"

Kneel? She had never even knelt before the heavens and the earth. She did not know this posture.

Beiting Huang looked at the voice from the corner of her eye. A handsome young man with slender eyes on her right was staring at her fiercely, as if he would kill her if she didn't kneel.