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The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

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1408 Chs

You're My Forever Pride!

編集者: Atlas Studios

"We've won!"

Beiting Huang was thrown into the air by Liu Xu and the others. Joy surged in her heart. She turned her head and looked at the person standing beside her who was smiling quietly at her. Beiting Huang reached out her hand.

Yan Ye raised his hand and held her soft hand. Just now, these hands had killed two peerless geniuses on the continent, but in his hands, they were still so soft, clean, and filled with a faint warmth. Yan Ye retracted his arm and pulled her into his arms.

"Yes, we've won!"

Yan Ye lowered his head and kissed her gently on the top of her head. At this moment, the man was holding a young man in his arms. His snow-white robe was wrapped around his black warrior uniform. The young man's head had just reached the man's chin. They stood in the arena where the blood rain was falling, as if they were enveloped by fireworks. The scene was so strange, but in everyone's eyes, they looked very compatible.