English
The Five-Colored Buddha Beads buzzed loudly, emitting intense light, and in the next moment, all the light converged back, transforming into a simple bead, which flew back into Chen Yang's pocket, rolled around and then went still, as if lazily falling asleep.
Mengmeng and the others instantly turned pale, almost falling to the ground. In front of Chen Yang, they felt a surge of fear. This fear was instinctive, just as a lamb would turn and run at the sight of a tiger.
"Transcendent... this is the Middle Stage of Transcendence..."
Mengmeng trembled as she spoke.
Yang Jing and Lan Yue were speechless, their faces pale, foreheads streaming with sweat, their backs drenched, and their bodies trembling.
This wasn't because they were cowardly; it was a primal instinct, a natural pressure exerted by a superior on an inferior on the martial path.
One can only say, the Middle Stage of Transcendence is truly terrifying.
"Phew..."
