Beiting Han was a Level 1 Spiritual Practitioner and had a Level 9 Magical Beast. He was one of the rare young experts in Luobeng City. If Beiting Huang was just a Seven Star Swordsman, she would die in his hands.
Beiting Huang sneered. "What right does a piece of trash like him have to be my opponent?"
"Who are you calling trash? Don't you dare say another word!" Beiting Han was so angry that his face turned pale and he looked fierce. "Beiting Huang, I'm going to have a life-and-death duel with you. I won't let you go out of Luobeng City today!"
A life-and-death duel? Even Beiting De was stunned. He looked at his son, who was a young man with extraordinary strength. Beiting Huang was just a Seven Star Swordsman, and there was an inconspicuous cat beside him. At this moment, it was squinting its eyes as it basked in the sun. There was nothing special about it.
Most importantly, a magical beast was useless to a swordsman.
