Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1003 - 250: One Sentence, Inciting Eternal Opposition_2

Chapter 1003: Chapter 250: One Sentence, Inciting Eternal Opposition_2

The loud arguing drew countless curious glances from outside the door; several huge palms were already pressed against the swinging doors as if they were about to push them open.

"Did I fucking beg the Ice Phoenix to purify the parrot’s blood by myself? Have you forgotten that just now I was about to have it out with you? I didn’t beg Tang Beryljenna; she volunteered to purify the blood!"

"You pin the poisoning on me and even dredge up the past, aren’t you too despicable? Mourinho, you’re nothing but a hypocrite, a big idiot who likes to blame others for everything!"

Richard erupted, cursing like a machine gun firing: "Fuck! I’ve never seen anyone like you, who can frame others for anything! If you can justify yourself, I wouldn’t be the Shaman of Divine Songs if I don’t give you an explanation today. If you have nothing to say, I can responsibly tell you that, you fool, you came in here standing upright but will leave this inn horizontally!"

"You’re really outrageous." Mourinho sneered angrily, "I’d like to see how you’re going to make me leave horizontally."

The inn’s swinging doors instantly shattered into pieces, and about ten furious, muscular giants stormed in, their icy, gleaming weapons chilling the entire lobby to the bone. Nedved’s four long arrows and Xiao Cui’s arm string with its azure-blue arrowhead were aimed directly at the High Priest’s vital points. Following them were Fat Luo, Overlord O, Bellamy, Duncan, and the little giant Iverson, each carrying a formidable bird-winged Fei Lian crossbow on their shoulders; the icy gleaming Serrated Crescent Blade shot from its track, clearly targeting the High Priest all over.

Moer, with several Ice Phoenix Mages, silently clutched their scallop shell scrolls and leather Magic Scrolls, staring intently at Mourinho.

"Holy shit!" Yi Tiao and Master Puskas were absolutely drenched in cold sweat. The bird-winged Fei Lian crossbow, enhanced by elven Magic Tutors with a "Perpetual Whirlwind Technique," was the Aegean’s strongest crossbow. Each of the sixty-five-pound Serrated Crescent Blades, launched by a twisted sinew made from a dozen strands of Prehistoric Giant Louse’s leg muscle, would cut a 180-degree arc on the horizontal plane with no theoretical dead zones; its maximum lethal radius within fifty yards made this Heavy Weapon initially designed to perfectly slice through the super-hard spiky shell armor of the Demon Clan’s "Cave Overlord." Given its terrifying stopping power, in a confined space, it is an epic weapon that meets gods to slay gods and encounters ghosts to slash ghosts. If these five bird-winged Fei Lian crossbows were fired in the cramped space of the inn, even Master Puskas would not escape death if he did not quickly find a solution, as no Magic Shield could withstand such intense crossbow fire.

Mourinho’s expression still displayed utter contempt, ignoring the dense array of weapons and threats around him. This extreme arrogance only further infuriated Piegel Lord Richard, as his pupils, dark as a black pond, began boiling over, with barely concealed killing intent rippling out.

"Stop this nonsense!" Master Puskas barely jolted his arms, and a strong yet incredibly gentle air current immediately loosened Yi Tiao’s tight grip around his arm. The Master suddenly stepped forward, placing himself between the two priests, pounding his chest and roaring, "If you want to rant and rave about killing, you’ll have to take down this old frame first! Otherwise, huh..."

Before the Master could finish speaking, Richard quickly pulled out his Mithril Flute from the belt around his waist, swiftly unscrewed it, and drew out the glaring Sword in the Bamboo Flute. With a flick of his toe, he hooked over a chair, swung it single-armed, and with a "thud," the trident sword deeply stabbed into the thick wooden handle of the chair, causing it to wobble violently.

"What needs to be done, still needs to be done!" Richard said fiercely, "I swore an oath that from the moment I became Lord, no one on the Aegean Continent could insult me! No one!"

"This isn’t your concern—everyone out! No one enters without my command!" Liu Zhenhan turned around and pointed, causing all the militiamen to pause in surprise before they reluctantly retreated like the tide, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Jose! Dammit, I’m about to lose my temper too! What’s gotten into you today? I’ll reaffirm this to you once again, Richard truly did not intend for your Tang Beryljenna to get involved with ’Bloody Mary’!" Master Puskas’s lips trembled with rage, "I don’t care what grievances you both had in the past, but what happened today I saw with my own eyes, and you are truly framing an outstanding young man! Think back to your early days, how did we seniors treat you? With doting, favoritism, and support! Then why now when it’s your turn, do you suppress a junior in such a manner? I didn’t believe Richard when he complained to me before, but today I started to believe him!"

"Even you would say this about me?" Mourinho’s face alternated between pale and flushed as he forced a tragic laugh, "Master, don’t you think your words are too harsh? So harsh that you can’t tell right from wrong anymore!"

"Hmph... I know Richard, that little wretch, likes to do despicable things, but I can vouch for him with my personality, he’s not as bad as you imagine! Jose! Don’t be too extreme! What happened with Tang Beryljenna was really, really an accident!" Master Saint Chiao realized he had been too harsh and softened his tone significantly.

"Exactly." Liu Zhenhan let out a cold laugh, "It’s still the Master who sees things clearly. This kind of framing has no skill involved, anyone with clear eyes can see it, damn! If I were really that despicable, today I would have shown you right here. Mourinho, if you’re framing me, you better act the same way, otherwise, you’re definitely not getting out of this door. If you can’t bring yourself to do it, no worries, I can help you."

"Let’s all take a step back. We shouldn’t resort to knives and bloodshed at every turn; we who cultivate Elemental Power should have some distinction from thugs and ruffians, shouldn’t we?" Master Puskas said, greatly vexed, "Jose, since you were in the wrong, just apologize to Richard and that should suffice. We shouldn’t escalate matters like this. You two are still from the same master-disciple lineage! Don’t make a laughingstock with squabbles! Only those brave enough to admit mistakes can truly become powerful—don’t tell me you lack even that courage and generosity?"

"What apology? What master-disciple squabble? Where have I erred! Master, you don’t know the whole situation. Why do you keep insulting me time and again?" Mourinho’s eyes darkened with rage, instantly reflecting a fiery red like a sea of fire, his platinum hair moving on its own as if displaying the fury within this revered Swan Priest, openly and clearly.

"Jose, but I clearly saw and experienced the whole process with my own eyes," Master Puskas said, taking a deep breath and speaking in a staggered manner, trying to soften his tone. He began to feel a slight irritation at Smey’s stubbornness, the quickness to turn face and adhering to dead principles, a type of person that even Master Saint Chiao, in his nearly three hundred years, had only encountered this once.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Mourinho exhaled a long stream of repressed anger, his trembling fingers pointed accusingly at the smug Piegel Overlord. His eyes sparkled faintly as he glared at the respected Master Saint Chiao, and said word for word, "You ask your most trusted Richard! You ask him, what kind of egg did he exchange for Tang Beryljenna’s premature Phoenix egg! You ask your darling Richard why his Blood Infant looks so much like me! Do you think I, Mourinho, am a fool to be fooled so easily? Richard, clutch your heart and tell me, weren’t you scheming all along? Don’t you harbor sinister motives? Look into my eyes and tell me!"

The final question was almost a roar from Mourinho, anger and agitation nearly causing his eyes to burst.

In that instant, Liu Zhenhan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.