Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1413 - 405 Savior

Chapter 1413: Chapter 405 Savior

In fact, the indignation of the Flower Elves was entirely avoidable.

Since the restoration of his nose, Liu Zhenhan’s facial contours had impeccable sharp edges, and with the addition of "charming flower eyes" and "exquisite aquamarine moles," he gained an air of refined elegance. With careful grooming, he would absolutely pass as a ruggedly handsome guy.

However, it was undeniable that, just as a sheath hides a sword’s biting chill, fancy clothing and expensive accessories were merely a deception to mask Liu Zhenhan’s wild nature. Once this veneer of modesty was torn away, his fierce and untamed true colors would burst forth like sword energy in a dueling room, unabashedly shooting out in all directions.

A gaze that seemed ever ready to plunder, a deliberately concealed but unmistakable stamp of violence–once these true colors were fully unleashed, they would immediately suppress his otherwise robust and handsome appearance, becoming the most glaring and prominent feature.

To the Flower Elves, who are obsessively passionate about beauty, wildness and roughness are synonymous with feculence in their eyes. If not for Liu Zhenhan’s special status, the Flower Elves would probably not even offer the bare minimum of respect.

"I am Cech, an elder of the Flower Elf clan," declared the leading Flower Elf elder, barely managing a courtesy that was spared of even the most basic pleasantries, his face turned sideways and his eyes lifted as he bent slightly, executing a cold and shallow bow.

The rest of the Flower Elves followed suit with a perfunctory bow, seeming half-hearted. Several young Flower Elves did not budge at all, their eyes clearly filled with disdain, as they stared directly at the Feilengcui Lord; it looked as though they harbored a bellyful of grievances toward this barbaric version of the Flower King.

Such a diplomatic posture was an overt insult, as clear as it could be. Yet when performed by these handsome men and beautiful women of the Flower Elves, it still appeared so elegantly detached and effortlessly graceful.

This was actually a major flaw of the Upper Elves; they express their disdain through their gazes so blatantly, as if fearful others might not catch on--on the Aegean Continent, there are indeed very few races that could pass the discerning scrutiny of Upper Elves.

Lampard and Beckham simultaneously snorted coldly, stepping out in unison from either side of their leader.

There aren’t many handsome men in Feilengcui, and Liu Zhenhan had specifically chosen these two strikingly good-looking men as his personal attendants for today in hopes of making a good impression on the Flower Elves. Yet these two handsome men, one a Dragon Knight and the other a magic master, were arrogant at heart. Seeing the Flower Elves’ dismissive demeanor, the competitive spirit of these young men was impossible to contain.

Dragon Knight Lampard, clad in golden armor, exuded strands of golden Dou Qi energy, truly embodying the epitome of valorous chill. However, the Flower Elves were entirely captivated by Beckham, rendering Lampard without a role to play, which was rather frustrating.

Xiao Bei, dressed as a Gestapo, stood tall and meticulous.

The shiny chitin brim of his hat cast a large shadow over half of his handsome face. His gaze, emerging from the profound shadow, was deeper than the darkness itself, flickering with an intense heat akin to flames.

This look sent shivers down the Flower Elves’ spines, making them feel as though they were prairie dogs plunging into a fiery magma river, taking a boiling, melting sauna bath.

Even the proud Moon Elf Queen Liv was quietly observing Beckham from the sidelines, her eyes showing a trace of faint admiration.

"There’s no need to be so formal, Elder Cech. We both share a love for flowers," Liu Zhenhan said, waving his hand towards his two personal attendants, smiling at the Flower Elves with a lazy and casual smile.

Those who achieve great feats have a ferry in their heart. Having grown accustomed to vast oceans, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t be bothered to quibble with these Elves who could only see the sky from the bottom of a well; the gap between them was too great. A national leader wouldn’t waste his breath squabbling with a bunch of natives from deep in the mountains.

Mourinho almost burst into laughter beside him; in the realm of the Beamon, known for valuing robustness, this look certainly made a top-notch lady-killer, but in the eyes of the Flower Elves, who venerate gentleness and elegance, his appearance might as well be no different from that of an ogre—a beautiful misunderstanding indeed for today.

"Since you, Your Majesty the Flower King, also share a love for flowers just like us Flower Elves, could you please grace us with a demonstration of your Flower Manipulation Skills?" The Elves are known for their tactful yet challenging demeanor, and Elder Cech seemed to be pushing his luck, even challenging the identity of Liu Zhenhan as the Flower King--of course, the elder knew well that this Beamon was indeed the Flower King, a fact verified by Mourinho and Ramos of his clan, without a doubt.

It wasn’t surprising that the elder was feeling so frustrated. Literally, as the Flower King, the sovereign of a thousand blooms, he should be at the very least an ethereally handsome youth if not a refined and elegant man, one unmarred by the turbidity of the mortal world, fitting of a leader who commands the adoration of countless flowers. And yet, suddenly the figure before them was dressed like a thug--wasn’t this akin to substituting the Olympic champion, worshiped in the Olympic rites, with a Storm Sorcerer of the Sea Clan? Such an incongruity!

A bunch of Flower Elves fixated their eyes on Liu Zhenhan, seemingly eager to prove the Flower King a fraud.

"If you possess the ability to communicate with flowers, you might as well ask them," said Liu Zhenhan with a generous laugh. "To be honest, I don’t really want to perform the seven techniques of flower manipulation. Doing so would require sacrificing the delicate lives of some flowers, which is not my intention."