Chapter 1451: Am I beautiful?
Colter Flynn could only hear the roaring wind whistling past his ears. His vision was plunged into darkness, and his strength seemed utterly drained. The hand clutching him felt like an iron clamp, immovable and cold. Despite his formidable strength as a Dail Celestial Beast and his status as a Superior Divine Master, he found himself powerless to resist.
After about a dozen breaths, a sudden brightness pierced through the darkness. In that instant, his vision returned. He found himself atop a mountain peak, standing face-to-face with someone dressed in a cloth-patterned blouse. He saw embroidered shoes and caught the faint scent of perfume.
And, of course, he noticed the black tiger, which was equally immobilized by a single hand and unable to move.
Internally, Flynn could only stumble over his thoughts. Whoever this person was—male or female—they had strength beyond his comprehension. How could he, in the grip of this individual, muster not even a shred of resistance?
"What are you staring at, handsome?"
The cloth blouse turned around, and simultaneously Flynn felt his body lighten—the hand gripping him released him. Yet he dared not act recklessly; the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably from his subconscious nerves.
Because when the cloth blouse turned, it revealed itself to be, of all things, a man—a man—a man!
This man had painted his face thickly with powder, smeared on crimson lipstick, and drawn his eyebrows drastically. His fingernails were also vividly colored.
"Ugh—" Flynn gagged at the sight, feeling queasy to his very core. "What in the hell kind of freak is this?"
"You’re disgusted by me!"
*Smack!* A deafening slap landed square across Flynn’s face. Though this "man" may have dressed as a woman, his raw physical strength was masculine in nature—overwhelmingly so. His wide palm dished out such a blow that Flynn’s teeth shattered instantly, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood.