The Seat of the Beiting Family Head Is Mine

Beiting Huang slashed at Beiting Yi's soft sword without hesitation. She didn't seem to be worried about Beiting Huan stabbing her at all. Instead, she frightened Qin Yu, who was chasing after Beiting Huan. He chased after Beiting Huan and attacked with the spear in his hand. At this moment, he didn't care about any techniques. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't catch up at all, he would have used his body to block this sword for Beiting Huang!

"Beiting Huan, you bastard!"

The spear in Qin Yu's hand was wrapped in layers of Spiritual Qi as if it was burning. It blasted towards Beiting Huan. At this moment, Beiting Huan's back was almost wide open. Qin Yu's long sword almost went straight in.

Pfft! Pfft!