133 Holy Son

No one had ever been so calm in front of him. Beiting Huang was the first.

Leng Qianmo waved his hand at the beautiful waitress. “Hurry up and settle the matter for this lord!”

“Yes!” The receptionist became more cautious. She was actually able to alarm the young master. This master was really powerful. It was not that no one had caused trouble in the Commercial Club in the past, but the young master had never personally appeared.

Leng Qianmo’s slow steps towards Beiting Huang were interrupted again. The people who had been crowding at the door retreated like a tide and opened up a path in the middle. These people knelt down with the most pious attitude and shouted in unison, “Greetings, Your Highness!”

Beiting Huang and Leng Qianmo looked at the door at the same time. He was wearing a priest robe that was even whiter than Leng Qianmo’s white robe. It was noble and gorgeous. As the person walked, it spread out by his feet like waves. It was another stunning young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. This person was really cold. From the inside out, there was a coldness that seeped out from the depths of his bones. It was the kind of coldness that no one in the world would care about their lives.

However, at this moment, what was especially funny was that there were two large footprints on his chest, one on the left and one on the right. They were imprinted on his white sacrificial suit, complementing his cold face, making one’s mind go blank.

‘What’s going on here?’

“Pfft!”

Laughter suddenly sounded in the hall of the quiet valley. It was merciless. Instantly, everyone’s hearts were in their throats. The people who were kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered could not help but look at the laughter from the corner of their eyes. It was none other than the youth who had sold a sack of Spirit Beast Magical Nuclei.

No one knew her name, but at this moment, this young man had left an indelible impression in everyone’s hearts.

She reckoned that no one would be able to forget her in this lifetime. This cold, arrogant, and audacious fellow.

She actually dared to laugh at the Holy Son of the Judgment Hall. Did she want to die?

Did she know what trouble she had caused? Instead of obediently kneeling down and kowtowing to His Highness the Holy Son to beg for mercy, she even dared to ridicule the Holy Son. Didn’t she know that the two huge footprints on the Holy Son’s body were all thanks to her?

Of course, Beiting Huang didn’t know. She only knew that with a constipated face, a holy priest robe, and two large footprints, it couldn’t be any weirder.

Anyone who saw this scene could only say that he was too good at holding back his laughter.

His golden eyes carried a sharp aura as he looked at Beiting Huang. Behind the man were two of the Tyrant Tiger’s subordinates. They were carrying the crippled the Tyrant Tiger. When he saw Beiting Huang, the Tyrant Tiger quickly shouted, “Your Highness, it’s her. It’s this brat. She threw me out. I didn’t step on you! It’s not my fault. Please spare me. The culprit is this brat!”

His gaze was like an arrow that carried a heavy pressure as he stared at Beiting Huang. His golden eyes were so malicious that he wanted to swallow Beiting Huang whole. To be able to kick a seven-starred Spirit Master away, this kid should have some ability. However, since he dared to provoke the Judgment Hall, it could only be said that this kid was too reckless.

Beiting Huang’s face was covered by a mask. The snow-white mask covered most of her face. No one knew what kind of pressure Beiting Huang exerted under this golden gaze. In the hall, a large number of people were kneeling, except Beiting Huang.

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