Chapter 48: Very Beautiful

Looking at the opposing lineup, Shen Chong said nothing further. He headed down to the bottom lane, hid in the woods, and did not bother touching the runes.

Regarding this initiation, Shen Chong could only describe it as somewhat reluctant; without a silence, Void was not particularly easy to kill.

Yang Guang narrowed his eyes. Today was destined to be a trap at a feast, and if he did not come, Qin Ke'er might genuinely suffer losses.

A Tribulation-passing realm expert, regardless of how many Divine Transformation realm cultivators they faced, would find it exceptionally effortless. Often, a single burst of majestic pressure would strip all Divine Transformation realm experts of their combat capabilities.

Because ING had demonstrated invincible strength, everyone was discussing who could possibly halt ING's advancing footsteps.

When asked whether the opponent was Bo Yangshu, Mo Yuchen distinctly saw the shadow within the brilliance shudder slightly.

Xu Yingshe stood up, walked over, and without a word, tightly embraced her from behind.

Everyone present shifted their gazes from the Imperial Prince over to Zhang Mubai.

Boss Chen finally appeared in Yu Hongren's courtyard. He looked around here and gazed about there, nodding incessantly.

The others had no time to react. In a split second, Yang Gang vanished right before their eyes, instantly plunging the crowd into panic. Screaming in alarm, they reached out to grab him.

Feeling puzzled, Luhua turned around and walked toward them, wanting to inspect the situation.

A faint smile touched Yan Ke's lips. This time, he did not know if he would be able to return, but there were things that he needed to do, and even if it meant the destruction of his body and soul, he would not hesitate.

Accompanied by Mother Zhang, Qiaodong, Qiaochun—who clearly intended to follow—along with Zixia, she arrived at the floral parlor and saw Xi Mòhuan seated in a chair, his eyes fixed on the doorway where Luhua and the others were entering.

The sudden turn of events left all the heavyweight figures present with grave expressions. It turned out that Lu Xuanqing had already perished under the Human Emperor Ancestor's single strike, yet it was only discovered just now, which vividly illustrated the immense gap in strength between the two sides.

Parents who managed to pick up their children were quickly evacuated, while those who could not find their children were already huddled together in tears.

"Master, is a major calamity about to befall us?" asked Hu Fang, the First Peak Master, with a furrowed brow. As the most senior heavyweight present and a contemporary of the previous sect master, he dared to voice the question.

No unusual emotions could be detected in Su Yao's voice, though her tone was noticeably colder. Without waiting for a reply, she cleanly and decisively hung up the phone.

"There is no need to be so courteous. Would you mind calling me Uncle?" Shen Zhongyuan's demeanor was amiable and approachable.

Furthermore, the bite mark on her wrist was extremely deep, and upon closer inspection now, it appeared severe enough to leave a permanent scar.

With a flick of his will, two blobs of dark red energy leaped out, wildly and affectionately spinning around Wang Chong.

Xu Chu was dumbfounded, his heart flooded with a myriad of emotions. He did not know whether he should feel honored or driven to despair.

Chu Feng stood with his back to everyone. At this moment, a cultivator at the front issued a reminder, and Chu Feng turned around to look at Luo Yu.

Gu Qinghe tried every possible angle with earnest advice for a long time, but Zhang Yang remained unmoved. He had no choice but to leave with a sense of reluctant failure, though he probably wouldn't get over his anger anytime soon.

Cui Bin was convinced that Meng Po was simply the old woman he had encountered on the Road to the Netherworld, so he did not argue. Watching the liquid-like dense black Qi pour over the Manjusaka flowers, Cui Bin also understood what this Meng Po soup actually was.

"Awakening Form! Four-Blade Style: Chaotic Blades!" Knowing it was impossible to take down Beasts Kaido relying solely on Armament Haki, William instantly pushed his Zoan form to its absolute limit while concentrating all his Armament Haki into his legs and twin blades.

Although the few of them felt somewhat depressed inwardly, they harbored no suspicions whatsoever toward Zhang Xiao. This was precisely because the persona Zhang Xiao had previously established and his actions at the moment were entirely logical, naturally preventing anyone from sensing the slightest impropriety.

After the lead verse was sung, the audience erupted into wild cheers and screams, with some loudly chanting Zhang Yang's name. Lin Yiran could not help joining in and shouting along.

The limitations of chariots were simply too great; mountainous terrain was unsuitable for chariot maneuvers, and marshy terrain was equally ill-suited. The crucial point was that war was war, and circumstances often allowed no room for personal control. Moreover, crafting chariots was exceedingly difficult, with each chariot consuming massive amounts of manpower and material resources.

Nowadays, Ace no longer harbored hatred toward his father, Gol D. Roger, yet he still had no desire to become the Pirate King; he simply wished to properly preserve everything his old man had left behind.

She had no choice but to let her long hair hang loose to cover most of her bare face. Fortunately, she usually paid close attention to skincare, so her makeup-free face remained fair and clean.

Li Chengkai, the Junior Vice Minister of Rites, possessed a mediocre personality and was a natural coward who avoided trouble at all costs. He was considered a marginal figure within the Shi faction, especially after his recent lateral transfer to the Ministry of Punishments, which made him even less valued by Shi Chonghai.

"How do you plan to resolve this? You don't even know where he is, do you?" What could Rogers possibly do? He was merely a doctor; no matter how brilliant his medical skills were, they were useless here, and he couldn't even beat Bo Youxue in a fight.

Joyful laughter drifted out from the half-open wooden door, contrasting sharply with the exceptionally solemn and ice-cellar-like freezing chill outside the courtyard.

Feng Xian nodded with a troubled expression and looked out toward the courtyard. If he wanted Master Liaoran to enter the estate, he truly needed the assistance of Huan Shan and the others.

He ordered the gates of the Chonghua Hall to be opened wide and left the hall himself to head toward the ice room. Perhaps she had been watching him from the shadows all along, and the moment he left, she would emerge.

Shi Feixian was a beauty—an unadulterated, breathtaking beauty with raven hair, pale skin, willow-leaf waist, and lotus feet. No one could ever claim she was not gorgeous, yet she could not truly be considered the supreme beauty of the Great Ye dynasty, even though she held the title of the First Beauty.