The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master Chapter 952: His Highness Chu Feng’s People

Chapter 952: His Highness Chu Feng’s People

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Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Is Your Excellency one of His Highness Chu Feng’s men?” The strongest among them, a Five Sword Spiritual Grandmaster, was stunned for a long time before suddenly letting out a burst of wild laughter. He raised his head to the ceiling of the cell and laughed until tears flowed out. Only then did he kneel on the ground with a plop. “My late emperor, the heavens won’t destroy my Silver Moon. His Highness Chu Feng is still alive. Did Your Majesty hear that? His Highness Chu Feng is still alive. The heavens won’t destroy my Silver Moon!”

“Wuwuwu…”

The others were all men who were seven feet tall. At this moment, when they heard the cry of the Five Sword Silver Moon Liberia Empire, they actually cried and knelt down together. They prostrated on the ground, as if the soul of the former emperor of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire was looking at them from above.

“Alright, my name is Beiting Huang. Get up quickly. Now is not the time to reminisce. Soon, the holy beast army of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire will e. We have to get out of this cage before those people arrive!” Beiting Huang urged them.

“Yes! Your Excellency Beiting Huang, are you from the Beiting Family? Empress Yue Mengqin and Lady Yue Mengying of the Beiting Family are biological sisters. Are you Lady Yue Mengying’s son?” The Five Sword Spiritual Grandmaster member got up from the ground, wiped his tears, and spoke to Beiting Huang respectfully.

“That’s right! May I know your name, Your Excellency?” Beiting Huang saw that although this person had been in prison for 14 years, he still didn’t exude any nobility. She guessed that he must have once been a noble of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire.

Sure enough, a hint of sadness flashed across this person’s eyes. Before he could speak, the person beside him said, “Your Excellency Beiting Huang, this is Your Excellency Lenny. I was once a venerable member of the royal court of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire. I was one of the four vassals appointed by the late emperor for His Highness Chu Feng before he died. Now, among the four vassals, only Your Excellency Lenny is still alive.”

There was a sigh in the crowd. Everyone’s eyes fell on Beiting Huang. This young person was wearing a silver mask. No one could see her face clearly, but they could see that her eyes were as bright as stars. She nodded and her clear voice echoed throughout the entire cell. “Those who died for Silver Moon will not die in vain. Today is the day of our vengeance! Soon, His Highness Chu Feng will lead his team here. We have waited for 14 years. The sun of Silver Moon will rise again tonight. The lost throne will belong to us again. Now, follow me. We will rush out and make those who owe us pay with their lives!”

“Ok!”

Lenny’s voice was like a bell and his aura was imposing. He was the first to follow Beiting Huang and rush out.

The entire cell seemed to have been forgotten by time and space. It was terrifyingly quiet. Through the 107 white furballs, Beiting Huang knew the situation in the cell like the back of her hand. Other than the 20-odd of them, no one else was standing.

They ran all the way to the door, and the door to the ground was tightly closed. The originally invisible white furballs all appeared at this moment. Caught off guard, Lenny and the others were so frightened that they retreated.

“Don’t be afraid. They’re my magical beasts!”

The young man’s clear voice sounded. As expected, they saw those white furballs fly towards them. A white light flashed and they disappeared.

Were they magical beasts? Were there magical beasts like these?

Plant magical beasts were unmon in the Central Continent, and their strength was much weaker than attack-type magical beasts. Human Spirit Masters had limited mental strength, so no one would give the quota of contracted magical beasts to plant-type magical beasts. Therefore, when they heard that these white furballs were Beiting Huang’s magical beasts, they thought of the Great Spirit Masters who had been poisoned and fallen to the ground along the way. Everyone looked at Beiting Huang with admiration and fear.