Chen Xiaojun had finished regulating his breathing. He straightened his back and slowly rose, his gaze blazing like a torch, ready to call for the match to begin.
Suddenly, a beautiful female Soul Master with a graceful figure walked toward him from the opposite side. She was the third female Soul Master he had faced today.
Her bearing was noble, cold, and striking, like a heavenly mountain snow lotus. She had exquisite features, skin like ice and bones like jade, and smooth, sharply defined contours. Her glossy black hair cascaded to her waist like a waterfall, swaying gently with her steps.
She seemed unbound by gravity as she walked, her steps light, each one falling as though upon a frozen lake without making a sound.
She wore a short white skirt and long stockings, the standard uniform of Heaven Dou Academy, which showed off her tall, slender figure to perfection.
She looked every inch an iceberg beauty, chilly and unapproachable, so lofty that no one dared draw near lightly.
She stepped lightly forward, leaned slightly, and dipped into an elegant bow. Her voice rang clear as spring water striking stone, without a trace of impurity. "Ling Xinyao, level forty-four control-type Battle Soul Ancestor. Young Master Hongchen, please spare no effort in instructing me!"
Chen Xiaojun's eyes narrowed slightly the moment Ling Xinyao appeared. Her entrance had undoubtedly left him profoundly dazzled.
It was not because her beauty surpassed Liu Ruyan, Xixi, or the others, but because of the distinctive air she exuded.
Iceberg beauties were always masters of aloof restraint, making one unable to resist the desire to discover what lay beneath.
He shook his head gently, as though lamenting the changes of the world, yet also praising Ling Xinyao's beauty. "What this mortal world can least retain: rosy beauty