Dai Mubai entered the arena slowly, but every step was exceptionally steady and cautious. An eerie gleam flickered in his evil-eyed double pupils as he remained constantly on guard against his opponent.
Having lost the pleasures of being a man, Dai Mubai now had a much more feminine face, stripped of its former imposing air.
The string of setbacks he had suffered over the past two years had also changed his temperament. He was no longer as arrogant and conceited as before, becoming timid and cautious instead.
Looking at Meng Yiran, who stood motionless opposite him with an icy expression, Dai Mubai suddenly felt his heart pound with dread. For a moment, he could barely breathe.
Meng Yiran was an exceptionally beautiful girl. Her blue-gray, ear-length hair, palm-sized face, delicate features, and distinctive, exquisite makeup all highlighted her beauty.
Though petite, not even reaching his shoulders, she had an excellent figure, with flesh and curves in all the right places.
Her full bosom, slender, serpentine waist, pert buttocks, and straight legs...
Everything about her was so balanced, so perfect, so exquisitely proportioned.
With her stunning face, beautifully developed figure, and distinctive makeup, the Meng Yiran before him radiated a unique charm and allure from head to toe.
In the past, the sight of such a breathtaking beauty would have rooted Dai Mubai, that Evil-Eyed Lustful Tiger, to the spot. He would even have tried every means possible to seduce her.
Now, however, Dai Mubai felt only terror and an icy chill within, cold sweat involuntarily beading on his forehead.
The reason was simple: only after drawing closer did he realize just how terrifying Meng Yiran was.
Her soul ring configuration went without saying; he had long since grown accustomed to such sights. What truly frightened him was the immense terror