A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 552 - 262 The Approaching Asura Scene (Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 552 -262 The Approaching Asura Scene (Request for Monthly Tickets)

“What’s the matter?”

As Bailuo was about to take his senior back, Isefia’s gaze moved toward the distance.

Although Bailuo was the Master of Miracles, in terms of ability, he was actually inferior to the original beings who were Miracle Creatures and Miracle Persons.

Just like a Fire Magician, he could wield fire, but he was not fire itself.

His senior, Sherri, and Lilith were different; they were not wielding power, they were completely equivalent to the power itself.

Not to mention other aspects, just the sensory perception alone put them on a different dimensional level.

Bailuo still acquired information from his own perspective, as an individual.

However, his senior was equivalent to the entire Yatun Miracle Kingdom. She was not looking and listening with a mere body; she was monitoring the world she ruled with Miracle Power that floated between heaven and earth and with the omnipresent laws and principles.

As an Upper Tier Miracle equivalent to the will of the world, Isefia was such an existence.

“Someone is coming,” the senior’s expression was extremely grave. Unlike when the Chubby Simpleton appeared, she sensed a hint of hostility, “The other party is hostile, he could be an enemy.”

“Step behind me! Xiao Luo!”

Bailuo was invincible in internal strife and could easily defeat Isefia, but externally, his senior was the strongest in Yatun.

Without hesitation, Bailuo very decisively stepped back.

Immediately, the senior opened a Miracle Barrier, intending to have Bailuo summon all Miracles, but the Royal Prestige coming from afar made the senior speak up, “Wait, the other party, they are actually provoking us!”

Royal Prestige, the aura of a King, is also the most direct way to feel the other person’s emotions, character, and essence.

People can lie, but Royal Prestige absolutely cannot.

Approaching alone, issuing an invitation specifically to Bailuo as the King of Yatun, the senior’s brow furrowed slightly.

To go or not?

If they went, it would mean putting themselves in danger. Bailuo was protected by the Three Awakening Miracles, and as long as he did not act, he would not sustain any injuries.

But what kind of Master of Miracles would it be if he stepped forward and the Miracles hid behind?

“I will go in your place.”

The senior, when it came to Bailuo’s safety, was always decisive and incredibly firm.

“Go then, but be careful.”

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The senior was a versatile person who embodied both a famous general and Saintly Qualifications. Even her uncle said she would surpass himself.

Bailuo was always clear about his own role. He was not a charge-leading general or a strategist unparalleled in wisdom, but a leader.

The only job of a leader is to know how to recognize and utilize people.

The thing to avoid most as a leader is to try to show off oneself as capable of everything when one is clueless, without any self-awareness.

“What an extraordinary Royal Prestige!”

This Royal Prestige was not just immense, but also of astonishing quality, with an imperial aura the senior had never seen before.

If one were to make a comparison, the King of Aolai was more akin to a warlord or a hero emerging from the masses, while the depth of the person approaching was unimaginably vast. The senior said, “Who could this person be? This level of Royal Prestige is like the embodiment of Royal Prestige itself!”

Every Miracle has Royal Prestige, but to condense it to such an extent is almost like cheating.

An Emperor, a true Emperor!

“Releasing such a grand Royal Prestige even before arrival, what does he intend to do?”

Bailuo felt it too. He could imagine that someone with such Royal Prestige could not be a minor player.

Sneak attacks, treachery, betrayal, and double-crossing—someone capable of cultivating such a high level of Royal Prestige would not do such things.

But this was also the puzzling part for Bailuo and his senior. Why would such a person come with hostility?

“Here they come.”

The space ahead turned blurry, and immediately, the invisible Miracle Power surged toward Isefia. She did not resist, allowing herself to be taken into an extradimensional space.

The next moment, Isefia saw a medium-sized merchant ship that wasn’t particularly large, heading towards her.

The other side didn’t put on any grand display, appearing very low-key.

“Coming with hostility, are you a friend or an enemy?”

The senior sister arrived at the distant seascape but then took it a step further.

When it comes to her doorstep, there’s no reason for her to hide or be secretive, that’s not Isefia’s style.

A direct confrontation is the way to go!

“Roar?”

On the deck, Ying Muyao, looking down from on high, gazed at Isefia standing above the sea. It was their first encounter, but both of their hearts simultaneously skipped a beat, resonating with the superior miracle.

“Who are you, and what brings you to our Yatun?”

The senior sister’s body flickered with golden light, and when she reappeared, she was already on the deck, confronting the Empress of the East with an imposing air.

Isefia’s nature was aloof. Apart from displaying warmth in front of Bailuo and her juniors, she never gave a smiling face to enemies or strangers.

“This is, indeed, quite unexpected.”

Ying Muyao sized up the senior sister, feeling a strange illusion: “If you didn’t look so different and I didn’t know you weren’t her, I would have thought that standing before me was Ygsella (Empress of the Far North).”

The same aloofness, the same pride, especially the dismissive look in the eyes, was strikingly similar.

Furthermore, with the senior sister possessing a superior miracle, it was not surprising for Ying Muyao to have this illusion, as the King of Aolai had also subconsciously mistaken her for the Empress of the Far North.

“Such terrifying royal prestige…”

Gongsun Wu was right beside them but dared not approach because the royal prestige emanating from the two was too astounding.

Fortunately, the royal prestige of Isefia and the Empress of the East didn’t clash.

Otherwise, just this wave of confrontation would leave Gongsun Wu feeling as if caught in a storm, with the blade-like winds lashing against her, scorching her cheeks with pain.

Gongsun Wu had once witnessed the meeting between Ying Muyao and the Empress of the Far North, a truly earth-shattering scene.

“Your royal prestige carried enmity for just a moment, yet it drew me here,” said the senior sister. “But now it’s gone. What do you mean by this?”

“Those with a superior miracle aren’t nameless nobodies. Who are you?”

“Don’t you already know?”

Ying Muyao was truly surprised; she hadn’t expected there to be such a formidable presence beside King Yatun.

For a moment, she felt as if she had encountered a peerless master.

“Empress of the East!”

The senior sister stated her title bluntly, “Why are you here? I do not recall Yatun issuing any invitation to the Eastern Empire.”

Besides, there was something else the senior sister hadn’t said.

That is, for a colossal entity like the Eastern Empire, there was no reason for it to pay attention to the emerging force that was Yatun Duchy. Even if they knew about it, a simple envoy would suffice.

But for the Empress of the East to come in person, what was this maneuver?

Oh, that’s not right.

It seems that previously, there was a naive and chubby old man who had made a similarly bewildering move like Ying Muyao.

“There is no need for me to explain my purpose here to you.”

The Empress of the East, “Now, you can step aside.”

However, the senior sister still stood her ground, seemingly oblivious to the Empress of the East’s words, which somewhat displeased Ying Muyao: “I do not like to repeat myself.”

“How fortuitous.”

Isefia stood motionless, utterly unconcerned with the dissatisfaction in Ying Muyao’s words: “I feel the same way!”