The blood flowed across the river, dyeing the ground of the sea of ​​flowers red.

"This, how is this...possible..."

Until a certain moment.

Finally, a Hou-level master spoke, his voice filled with endless trembling and horror!

Persimmon Ye Wuque, who was considered the softest among the newcomers, sat there casually facing three terrifying Hou-level masters who were among the top thirty...

Holding the teacup in one hand.

The two fingers of the other hand are just bent, but...

In a matter of seconds!

"Hmm...good tea."

A muttering to himself with a touch of enjoyment sounded from the teacup that was gently put down without any gaps. It was not high.
Chapter completed!