The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: Divide!
 

The True Breath of the Black Dragon slowly rotated in the palm of the Black Dragon Emperor, its heavy water essence spreading out across the entire square, making everyone feel as if they were stuck in a swamp, the illusory light of profound water rippling softly beside them, as if their souls couldn’t even bear the weight of their own bodies.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even those on the Central Continent who had never heard of the True Breath of the Black Dragon felt an involuntary fear and deep foreboding when they sensed the pressure emanating from the dark pearl, almost without intending to.

Thankfully, during these ten thousand years, none of the forces had dared to provoke the dignity of Yan City. Thankfully, those forces that had once offended Yan City had long since scattered into ashes and ceased to exist.

So powerful, truly too powerful!

Just then, within the tight encirclement created by the swiftly rotating, seemingly stationary Four Directional Divine Pillars, a figure suddenly shot out. This unexpected development snapped everyone out of their fear of the True Breath of the Black Dragon and made them focus their gaze. A young man in a red robe, with an exquisitely beautiful face of profound sorrow, was shedding tears.

He had always been perceived as strong, resolute, and tenacious by the world, always embodying a spirit of valiant fearlessness. This made everyone who followed him develop an uncontrollable sense of hero worship and dependency, feeling that with this young man around, there was nothing to worry about, that all hopes could be achieved.

The young man somersaulted several times in the air before barely managing to steady himself. But before he could find his balance, he rushed toward the Divine Pillars at the speed of a bolt of lightning, his wail piercing and desperate, carrying a profoundly heartbreaking sense of solitude, “Yan Ye, you bastard, how dare you do this to me!”

What is a husband and wife? They share joys and sorrows together!

The reason he dared to face that thunderbolt was because he had shouldered it once before when Jiu Yan and King Kong were undergoing their tribulation. He had the experience, and he knew that the Chaos Divine Source wouldn’t let him die easily!

Boom!

A thunderclap that seemed to shatter the sky roared from all directions; everyone felt as if the blast occurred just beside their ears. Then, the sky completely darkened, as if night had fallen forever, and they couldn’t even make out the faces of the people next to them.

In that moment, Beiting Huang’s heart plunged into an unprecedented terror. He rushed madly toward the Four Directional Divine Pillars. But before he could get close, a fiery red light burst forth from the pillar, a light brimming with immense energy that fiercely repelled her, much like how the people from Yan City and Huang City had been repulsed when they tried to approach the Divine Pillars—sending her tumbling through the air again.

“Yan Ye!” The pain and fear of impending loss took over Beiting Huang’s entire being. As he watched the sky above the Divine Pillars grow increasingly bright, with a bolt of lightning that had been brewing for who knows how long about to strike down on Yan Ye, Beiting Huang broke down completely in tears. He even felt some regret, wondering if he shouldn’t have tried to break the heaven-sent blood contract. He even felt he could understand why, ten thousand years ago, his past life’s predecessor had chosen to marry the Devil Emperor and died before his eyes.

What could be happier than watching one’s beloved continue to live well?

Tears flowed freely as Beiting Huang, like a moth to a flame, once again flung himself toward the light from the Four Directional Divine Pillars. His wails, almost unconscious, emerged from his mouth—each one seeming to weep, every sentence steeped in tears.

At that moment, every one of the hundred thousand people present—no matter their past identities, whether they were patriarchs of a clan, power-wielders of a faction, the young, the old who had lived for hundreds of years—almost every single person had tears in their eyes.