Chapter 103: The Beauty Coach

Qiao Yingzi’s words caused Qiao Weidong and Huang Zhitao’s pupils to dilate instantly; the unspoken thought in their minds was: “Holy shit! Is this really my daughter (best friend) Qiao Yingzi?”

Right in front of Song Qian, she not only cheered for He Chen but also used He Chen’s philosophy to refute Song Qian’s—how bold can she get?

Is this really the Qiao Yingzi who was tightly controlled by her mother, powerless to resist, crushed under pressure, and on the verge of depression?

Sun Yan had personally poisoned this bottle of wine, so she dared not drink it herself—she knew the drug’s effects all too well; once consumed, the consequences would be dire.

She had been a taekwondo master for two years already, skilled in swordplay and deadly with firearms, hitting every target; as Bihua advanced, she executed a left hook, and she effortlessly dodged aside.

“Hah! You don’t even know the rules and still dare to act up—just wait and see how you beg for mercy!” the receptionist sneered.

Upon hearing Fang Zhen’s words, Brian showed no expression, but Wei En beside him looked furious.

Yu Ming was frustrated—if he hadn’t been addicted to the game, he wouldn’t have missed the mask falling off, and this stalemate wouldn’t have happened.

To mock others, you must have the standing to do so—she herself had struggled out of the mud, with no right to look down on anyone.

Muffled sounds drifted intermittently from inside the room; both of them flickered a hint of embarrassment in their eyes.

Two pigeon calls came again from the window; Hua Chan Yi sighed—she just wanted to sleep, and it was so hard.

We’re family—what’s wrong? Say it outright. What’s the point of pretending to be nice and pulling underhanded tricks?

Zhang Hao swung the Batian Sword backward, spitting blood, while the shadowy figure fared no better—a scream tore from his throat, his body split apart, cleaved cleanly down the middle, spraying blood as he fell; this shocking transformation halted those who had been rushing down mid-air.

As the Emperor Lords spoke one after another, Gouchen Emperor Lord, Jiují Emperor Lord, and Xuanxing Emperor Lord all fixed their gazes intently on the Hongyun Throne.

Lu Qing looked at the leatherback turtle in her arms, sighed, and waited for the leopard to arrive before bidding it farewell.

It wasn’t his fault—he’d simply forgotten, for since entering, everyone had been stunned by that red coral, then busy inspecting pearls, and in the rush, the matter slipped his mind.

Qin Yu conjured an illusion behind Fang Tianxing and infused it with a trace of his own Qi.

Just as the triangular-headed creatures began to run, a deafening roar suddenly erupted ahead.

Chu Feng drew the Houluo Bow at once; a Houluo arrow, piercing the heavens, collided head-on with the Emperor of Bursting Juice’s fist.

Meng Lin made only one simple motion—he clenched his fists and slammed them hard into the charging Meng Batian and Meng Jun.

The light dragon was no exception—after being split in two, it dissolved into scattered specks of energy that merged into the Wansheng Sword.

Chu Feng knew this was the unique innate ability of the Immortal Scorpion Clan—if not utterly eradicated, they could automatically heal their wounds.

By the time it rose to its feet, the once ferocious yellow dog now trembled violently with fear.

Moreover, it wasn’t just Huangfu Mingzhu and Zhan Weilai who objected—it was their families too; otherwise, the Five Great Clans wouldn’t be so fractured and disunited.

Aotian’s strike was terrifying—it condensed a trace of true dragon essence; the dragon claws were impervious, crushing all resistance, capable of annihilating all life.

Ashil’s words were incomprehensible to everyone, but since the King had decided not to mention it again, no one dared ask further.

He glanced, then his expression changed—because the caller was Liu Fang from the Beast Taming Sect again.

“Indeed, we’ll discuss this later—first, heal your wounds. Today’s events have been relentless; even if we didn’t want you involved, we can’t keep you out anymore,” said Wuming, his voice grave.