Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1267 - 350: Where Decay Reveals the Marvelous

The mockery and scorn in their laughter brought a hint of anger to the pale face of the Imam Manali, only to be quickly subdued.

Liu Shock laughed the loudest, not because he wanted to, but because he did it on purpose.

"Tell me, why were you able to see through my ’Concealment Technique’ at a glance?" Imam Manali’s gaze tightened, staring intensely at Liu Shock, his eyes piercing.

"It’s because you have a pissy smell about you, eunuchs all have that scent," Liu Shock said maliciously, "and yours is particularly strong."

"Ha ha ha..." The cacophony of laughter erupted once again.

"Is it that funny?" Master Puskas looked at his juniors with a squinting eye.

All laughter stopped abruptly.

"I apologize, Master Manali, the children are often thoughtless; please don’t take offense," the Great Mage Saint Chiao said, rising slowly, nodding respectfully to the Imam and looking with a clear and sincere gaze.

Sometimes, there are things that are inherently indefinable, like one’s aura. On a normal day, Master Puskas might look like a messy old man, but in this prestigious setting of gathered heroes, his presence shone through.

Where blooms burst forth, a pine rises a thousand feet; the old man was like the pine piercing the heavens.

His heart as vast as the heavens and earth, readily measuring the human spirit; in terms of magnanimity, Master Puskas was truly deserving of the resonant title of Aegean Saint Chiao.

This age was one of impatience and shallowness. Take women, for instance; those dressed up flamboyantly were mostly not attractive yet believed themselves to be. In contrast, true beauties didn’t dress up at all—mountains were mountains, water was water; even in a simple hemp dress, they presented a natural national grace. Mages were the same; many put on airs, thinking themselves more saintly than Saint Chiao, but in reality, the true Great Magicians were humble, overseeing the teeming masses, already a score unto themselves—why then assert it?

"I am already a 152-year-old man who has long learned to forgive," said Master Imam Manali, his sparse eyebrows relaxing into a gentle curve of his lips, smiling faintly at Master Puskas.

"One wouldn’t guess; you look no more than forty years old at most. You truly have the art of eternal youth," Master Puskas said, bowing respectfully and with restraint. freēnovelkiss.com

"Heh heh..." Master Manali laughed behind his hand, giving old Liu a shuddering case of the creeps.

"Obischillaci!" Liu Shock truly wanted to slap this enchanting elder to death; he was too unsettling, androgynous.

"Richard, stop right there! This Master Manali is not someone you can handle!" Master Puskas shouted, stopping the eager old ruffian.

"Master!" Liu Shock rolled his eyes impatiently, "The strength of the Mulan Imams is far inferior to that of us Aegean Mages. The higher the level, the more apparent the gap. A mage practicing Fallen Magic, be it 150 or 1,500 years old, how does it matter? Don’t you trust my methods?"

"Cheeky brat! Every type of magic has its own miraculous aspect," Saint Chiao snapped, catching Liu Shock’s numb expression as he was flicking ash from his cigarette: "Respecting your opponent is actually respecting yourself."

"I don’t intend to disrespect him," Liu Shock replied, rolling his eyes again, "I just want to take his life first, before we get to that."

"Heh heh... Richard the Shaman, you indeed fit the image Rommel described to me, truly arrogant," Imam Manali said with a measured look up and down at Liu Shock, a slight smile on his face: "I know you’re the chosen spokesperson of the Beamon War God, but I must remind you that we Imams are also the Goddess Moni’s earthly walkers. In Taklamago, we Imams are the highest authority, just like your Great Mage Saint Chiao. I wonder, shouldn’t you show me some limited respect?"

"Arrogant? Your wisdom could surely illuminate a restroom!" Liu Shock’s eyes sparkled, "A highest existence like a Saint Chiao Mage? Ha ha... Rommel is also an Imam; doesn’t that mean the Goddess Moni has two earthly walkers? Does the Mulan Empire have two Saint-Level Mages? Bullshit, who are you trying to fool?"

"The dignity of Goddess Moni is ubiquitous. I won’t say more unnecessary words, let’s see the truth through action," Imam Manali said, sweeping his sharp gaze around, "I know all of you are esteemed figures with pride not to pounce at once, so who will be the first to spar with me?"

"Need you ask..."

"Let me!" Ibrahim the Seven-Colored Dragon pulled Liu Shock behind himself.

Fairy Dragon Luna and Ruona were soaring in the sky, and Dragon Knight Gaxia also rushed over. Under the watchful eyes of all, Ibrahim didn’t trust his elemental-powerless son-in-law to not be embarrassed. This Imam’s Elemental Fluctuation was very peculiar, even nebulous. Among the Dragon Clan, only a sixth-order Giant Dragon could suppress such a strong aura, and in the Aegean Continent, only the Great Mage Saint Chiao could do so. Ibrahim had to be cautious.

Liu Shock was furious, his chest puffing up ready to step forward again, but a strong arm stopped him. In their gaze exchange, Lachie gently shook his head.