Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1505 - 487: Double Aura Handsome

Chapter 1505: Chapter 487: Double Aura Handsome

"Die of anger because of you? Do I look that petty?" Rommel’s complexion darkened: "What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Then what about your fox’s tail? Have you cut it off?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes dismissively.

"Since the hatred is no more, why keep this humiliating mark?" Rommel smiled painfully: "Never thought that after all the hardships escaping the Taklamago Desert, I would still be one step too late!"

"If it wasn’t a heart attack from anger, how did you actually die?" Liu Zhenhan was genuinely very curious: "But then again, whether you’re dead or not doesn’t really matter to you, does it? After all, according to your holy book, Imam, even when life fades, there’s still a shadow clone, and without intense light burning, even if you’re scattered, you can be reborn under the moonlight."

"I was infuriated by the words you left me, and as a result, I fainted and fell headfirst from the saddle of the Listening Silver Elephant, hitting my head on the marble floor, merely two or three meters down. Who knew I’d just die like that." Rommel chuckled: "Fortunately on my person, I carried a Resurrection Gem, sparing me the need for desecrating my shadow clone."

The people nearby paused for a moment, then burst into a roar of laughter; such a manner of death really was quite unique.

"Your case isn’t particularly extreme." Liu Zhenhan, too, was stunned for a while with his mouth agape, but he had learned some restraint now and didn’t rush to mock this great uncle: "In our Bimon Kingdom, during the Heigar Battle era, there was a once-in-a-lifetime genius youth priest from the House clan who died exactly like this! This young priest had a royal title conferred upon him, and geniuses from the House clan were usually honored with the word ’Colt’. To share a death like the famous ’Royal Colt’ isn’t a disgrace at all."

"How do you manage to speak so lightly about everything?"

"Rommel, I’m not mocking you, but even if you’re smart, if you can’t broaden your knowledge and mind, you’ll never see the day of your rise," Liu Zhenhan snickered: "Perhaps your starting point was too low, hence you take everything too seriously, typical of a small-minded mindset."

"My dear brother-in-law, your relentless persecution made me flee Mulan, destroying years of effort in an instant, and my teacher and friend Manali died at your hands. Even before leaving the desert, I had abandoned two thousand of my men, their tendons severed in Mainz - and you talk to me about a small-minded mindset?" Rommel furrowed his brows, nodding continuously with laughter, then stood up, patting the chair back, stepped forward, and nearly touched noses with old Liu, their eyes locked: "However open-minded I am, these blood debts must be avenged, right?"

"With what will you seek vengeance?" Liu Zhenhan sneered, confronting those bloodshot eyes bulging with suppressed rage: "Hatred? Haven’t you left behind enough hatred for our Bimon to deal with?"

"Look at it!" Liu Zhenhan crossed his arms, pointing to the little parrot perched on Axianu’s head: "Rommel, do you remember? It’s the little creature you tore the tongue out of. Can you still tear out its tongue today? We are making progress every moment; what about you? Are you fit to be my opponent?"

The little parrot flew down and landed on the boss’s finger, pecking forcefully at his nails twice, then cocked its head, casting a sidelong glance at Rommel as if it had forgotten he was its enemy, looking completely indifferent.

Rommel’s expression was as still as an ancient well, but a storm was already raging in his heart. Indeed, this Bimon had improved again. Not only him, but even the little parrot now exuded a Magic Element Power so formidable as to be terrifying.

Rommel, himself, felt a sort of powerless despair as if plummeting into an abyss.

You can’t scare me, you bastard! Liu Zhenhan thoroughly enjoyed the despair that emanated from deep within his opponent.

"With your martial skills and magic, you could have easily taken Rosenborg’s life yourself long ago! But no, you insisted on targeting the entire Bimon Kingdom, involving so many unrelated people! So you see, you’re the real murderer!" Liu Zhenhan relentlessly struck at Rommel’s pride with his vicious words.

"From the moment you came into this world, you were destined to be an ugly mistake! You were born with destruction, resentment, and sin! You constantly harm those closest and dearest to you, starting with your mother, to your mentor, and underlings. Why didn’t you die sooner?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes flashed with a fierce silver cross, as his words, carried by Mental Power, pierced through Rommel’s fragile nerves and deep into his mind.

"You butcher, executioner!"

"Blargh–" Rommel’s spirit and body violently trembled in unison, and finally, he couldn’t suppress a gush of fresh blood spewing from his throat.

"You’re a fucking fool, aren’t you?" Liu Zhenhan nimbly dodged the blood, looked down at his trousers, quite satisfied, grabbed a chair and "bang" placed it down in front of Rommel, sitting down: "Tsk tsk, my dear uncle, aren’t you too cheap? How come you vomited blood again from getting angry with me?"

"Don’t expect to manipulate my emotions anymore, being fooled once was enough!" Rommel’s face was covered with a thin layer of sickly pale gold, but his clear and bright eyes indicated that his spirit had instantly snapped back to normal: "So the Millennium Magic Tuber Beauty has given you a lot of Mental Power, and now you’re playing these tricks, striking at others’ self-esteem, uncovering the most vulnerable scars in their hearts, huh... ..."