Beiting Huang let go of Xu Xiaomo's hand, and at that moment, her aura underwent a dramatic change. Her clear voice, laced with the chill of ice, carried over the bustling street, where the air roiled and the wind howled—yet could not drown out the youth's voice, "Whether it's a joke, you'll know very soon. I hope you can still laugh then!"
Seeing that Beiting Huang was serious, Xu Xiaomo also grew anxious. From Beiting Huang's demeanor, it appeared she was determined to kill Ming until her goal was met today. Slightly panicked, she said, "Little Ninth, perhaps we should force him out of Yan City first. It is truly forbidden to fight within the city."
Without turning back, Beiting Huang squinted her eyes, fixing them on Ming, and seeing the schadenfreude on his face, she sneered, "There's no need. Inside Yan City, even if no one else is allowed to kill, that doesn't include me. Ming, don't harbor any illusions. Your time to die has come today!"
