The Head Judge is Ying Luan!

Light and shadow flowed through the high-altitude airspace as several powerful figures manifested one after another, standing layer upon layer amid the firmament.

Each of them had a deep, condensed aura, their foundations unfathomable, carrying the heavy pressure of true powerhouses and firmly drawing the gazes of every prodigy present.

Yet even though the other judges possessed extraordinary presences and exalted status, they still could not compare to the breathtakingly stunning, slender figure at the very center.

Almost the instant she appeared, more than ninety percent of the gazes in the venue shifted uncontrollably in unison, locking tightly onto her, unable to move away even an inch.

That figure was tall and straight, graceful and poised, her back and head held upright like the proud bones of green bamboo. Her form was slender where it should be, full where it should be, her proportions perfected to the extreme, a peerless figure shaped by nature itself.

Her long black hair, dark as ink and cascading like a waterfall, spilled casually over her shoulders and back. Though there was clearly no wind around her, countless strands drifted gently on their own, fluttering in wisps, lively and elegant, like an immortal from the nine heavens untouched by mortal dust.

A fitted, sleek, pure-black combat suit outlined the smooth, taut lines of her body, setting off her curves in just the right way. It was neither gaudy nor vulgar, restrained and cold, perfectly blending ultimate allure with a sharp, heroic air.

The line of her long, snow-white neck was beautiful, her shoulders clean and relaxed, her waist slender and supple, small enough to be held in one hand, yet not weak in the slightest. Instead, it carried the powerful resilience tempered by years of cultivation.

Looking farther down, a pair of long jade legs,