Yan Xinghui was reincarnated into the world of Slay the Gods with the Path of Beauty and the gaze of the Abundance Emanator.
In the eyes of others, she was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly, and every movement radiated a pure white light.
Then, on a rainy night in Cangnan City, a high-level water ghost reached out its claws toward a blind boy.
With that peerlessly beautiful, compassionate face, Yan Xinghui smiled and pulled out a bouncing bomb. “Blow it all to smithereens!”
Boom! The water ghost was blown away without leaving so much as a speck of ash, and Lin Qiye, who was just about to awaken, froze on the spot.
Zhao Kongcheng: “I thought she was an angel who'd come to redeem me, until she used a single strike of Heavenly Starfall to smash a supernatural being into the Earth's core...”
Facing the revival of the gods and the invasion of the outer gods, Yan Xinghui planted one foot on the divine throne and smiled elegantly. “Everyone, have you ever witnessed the power of pure beauty, in the most literal sense?”
