The ability of the king’s pupil to remove the false and retain the true could be said to be astonishing.
After stripping away all the beauty and retaining effect, even Meng Liuli herself couldn’t accept her ugly appearance.
As an immortal, all the postures after aging were reflected in Meng Liuli at this moment, as if she had entered old age.
Then, Wang Ling could clearly feel that Meng Liuli had shut herself up. She was holding her head as she squatted in the air, looking very pained.
At this point, the three immemorial warriors who had been assigned by Madam Lavin had all been dealt with.
For some reason, Wang Ling felt that he hadn’t had enough fun yet, and there was a sense of emptiness.
But when he thought about it carefully, he had gained quite a lot this time. At least three immemorial warriors with royal bloodlines had become pawns in his subsequent plans.
All he had to do was wait for the Holy King behind him to be unable to restrain himself from making a move.