The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

If the two flames were not compatible and exploded… wait, was this crazy woman planning to use these two balls of flame to blast him to death?

“Hold on!”

Just as Beiting Huang was about to combine the flames in her hands, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, no longer caring about his unstable breath, crawled up two steps from the lake to stop her, “You wretch, don’t you want me to become your contracted beast? I am a Great Lord, do you think you can tame me?”

“No!” Beiting Huang hooked her lips into a slow smile, unexpectedly staring coldly and devoid of any warmth at the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, “I’ve changed my mind. How could I be so domineering as to contract you against your will? Since I no longer wish for you to be my contracted beast, let us have a proper battle then!”

The Ming Sea Divine Turtle suddenly couldn’t understand Beiting Huang’s words. Was this damned girl not neurologically damaged from reincarnation? Yan Ye, this guy, did he not realize this wretch had mental issues? One moment she wanted him as a contracted beast, the next she did not.

In the Ming Sea Divine Turtle’s shocked gaze, Beiting Huang had already successfully fused the two flames, using some bizarre method. Her hands, as white and lustrous as jade, gently pinched the flame. Half nine-colored, half fiery red, a nearly invisible seam seemed to glue the two flames together, slowly morphing into the shape of a spider lily.

As beautiful as the spider lilies were, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle wasn’t foolish enough to admire them at this moment. His mung bean eyes slowly widened, pupils dilating, as he watched a spider lily, no larger than a baby’s fist, float from Beiting Huang’s palm towards him.

“Go!”

She uttered the clear command softly. After creating the spider lily, Beiting Huang felt somewhat drained. Floating in the air, Yan Ye moved like a specter, sweeping her into his arms. Only then did he have time to look at the extraordinary flower.

Of course, Yan Ye knew the methods Beiting Huang had used to reduce the capital to ruins. Such a unique technique could only be conceived by Beiting Huang. Today, the heaven and earth within his formation pattern might be destroyed by this little creature.

But to subdue the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, a creature so arrogant and aloof, only a tactic as startling as this could prevail.

“Ahh, you wretch, I’ve already agreed to be your contracted beast, why are you still so heartless?” Even having suffered a loss before, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle still couldn’t stand Beiting Huang’s method of striking without discussion or negotiation.

He bellowed in protest, watching the spider lily grow upon encountering the wind, now the size of a washbasin, and he had no choice but to deploy his Legacy Domain. Withdrawing into his incomplete shell, a stream of black Nethersea Divine Water gushed forth like a column, flooding towards the spider lily.