Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1560 - 472: Mastering Martial Arts, No One Can Resist {1}

Chapter 1560: Chapter 472: Mastering Martial Arts, No One Can Resist {1}

The timely arrival of the Winged Knights stopped Liu Zhenhuan, who was already in position and ready to engage in a full-blown fight, and brought him before the Witch King’s throne for an audience.

Liu Zhenhuan had long anticipated such an outcome.

Where there’s fish, there’ll naturally be rivers and lakes. In the Demon World, the races intermingle, and the three Witch Kings each govern three continents. Between them, if there were no mutual spies or infiltrators, it would be rather absurd.

Given the advanced state of instantaneous communication in the Demon World, spying is ridiculously easy. Liu Zhenhuan was certain that on the very same day he slew a Four-Winged Knight instantaneously in Casablanca, the other two Witch Kings were already notified via BoneLink Treasure Box.

The spinning wheel beneath his feet was a trademark Liu Zhenhuan couldn’t possibly disguise—he was well aware that it was inevitable he’d be recognized.

His Majesty, Paul Newman, the Witch King, stared at Liu Zhenhuan for a long while without saying a word.

Set off by the icy, battle-ready guards and his own overpowering aura and imposing demeanor, this Witch King was like a towering prison mountain, compressing the air around him into a suffocating tremor.

He was different from Jiabao, whose kingly presence was solely upheld by pomp and circumstance. This was a truly invincible figure—an overwhelming force capable of conquering mountains and rivers even without an entourage—this was Liu Zhenhuan’s first impression of the Witch King.

His Majesty Paul Newman wasn’t bad looking either. His facial structure was exceptionally rugged, exuding a fatal charm of a mature man, especially those piercing blue eyes. They were like an unfathomable blue ocean, impossible to see through. But whether handsome or not, for a figure of such domineering presence, it was utterly secondary.

Similarly, Liu Zhenhuan remained silent, lowering himself onto one knee and responding with the formal knighthood etiquette for an audience with the king.

In moments like these, whoever speaks first concedes momentum. Old Liu had met plenty of people who tried to intimidate him using their authority, and dealing with them was something he excelled at.

He lowered his hood, unveiling his true Tamerlarya self to all the Demon Clan present.

Whether it was the tangible beauty of the Soul Fire hovering above his head, the third eye embedded between his brows, or his full-class professional attire—all these were enough to make the Demon Clan around him widen their eyes in astonishment.

"Do you see it? Karu here looks more like a supreme monarch than me!" No one anticipated that the Witch King’s first words would be teasingly directed toward his surrounding courtiers, his tone slightly nasal and casual.

Unlike Queen Jiabao’s subordinates who froze in terror, the Demon Clan courtiers from the Hollywood Continent roared with laughter before the royal throne.

"Your Majesty, my name is indeed Karu, but I don’t believe I’m quite a Heavenly King, am I?" Liu Zhenhuan replied with measured confidence.

As for the Witch King’s mockingly flattering remarks, Old Liu accepted them with ease.

When it came to supreme monarchs, forget the Demon World—even across all known realms, who could compare with the Flower King? A Witch King might, at most, govern a billion people, but Liu Zhenhuan ruled over all flower life across the world—who could be better suited to the title of supreme monarch?

"Lord Karu, I know what you’re made of." His Majesty Paul Newman raised a hand, signaling Old Liu to rise.

"Oh?"

"I greatly admire Jiabao; her cunning is truly impressive!" The handsome Witch King gestured toward the silver-glinting eye emblem and the exquisite green mark forming the third eye on Old Liu’s brow. "She really trusts your abilities! We have four Four-Winged Magic Knights on Hollywood Continent, though one perished recently. Nonetheless, we still have three left, yet she dares to send you here to seize the Left Bank title!"

"If we’re talking about one-on-one duels..." Liu Zhenhuan rolled his eyes, "...that doesn’t apply to me, Your Majesty."

"Lord Karu, as I’ve said, I know your strengths." His Majesty Paul Newman smiled and cut straight to the point. "Here’s the deal: I have no intention of testing your power, especially after hearing how effortlessly you defeated a Four-Winged Knight. So, I’ll give you a gift—let’s call it a truce. How about that? I know you’re on schedule to make an appearance on another continent. I don’t want to waste your valuable time."

"A gift? Sure! Just give me the Aegean Druid king’s Severance Arcane!" Liu Zhenhuan shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Your Majesty, I know what your hand is, too."

Upon hearing this, the Witch King Paul Newman stared blankly at Old Liu for a long moment, his gaze full of disbelief, then glanced at his equally stunned courtiers around him, his expression shifting between clicking his tongue in annoyance and smirking coldly.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Liu Zhenhuan countered, still smirking. Most of the gazes from those around him weren’t particularly friendly.

Such audacity from Liu Zhenhuan was seen by the Hollywood Demon Clan as outright arrogance. Several Winged Magic Knights and kings immediately scowled and stepped forward to rebuke him, but were stopped with a wave of the Witch King Paul Newman’s hand.

"Aegean Druids only possess one arcane magic—Transformation," His Majesty Paul Newman raised a finger, waggling it side to side. "There’s exactly one Severance Arcane to extract; if I give it to you, Lord Karu, what about my Left Bank title?"

"Coast Contribution Continent’s strength has been vastly diminished, and it needs reinforcement far more desperately than Hollywood does." Liu Zhenhuan boasted unabashedly. "The Left Bank Heavenly King title naturally belongs to the capable. Reinforcing the weak would only waste the Severance Arcane, wouldn’t it?"

"Jiabao’s getting better at this—the people she grooms grow bolder and more confident with each batch! Good! Very good!" His Majesty Paul Newman smiled as he showered her with compliments. "Is Coast Contribution Continent’s strength really depleted? If I were to use Spiritual Thread Codes to extract Severance Arcane from Dreadlords Marlon Brando and Alen Sik and transfer it to other warriors, what losses would you face on Coast Contribution? Spiritual Thread Code crystals may be rare and single-use, but I trust Jiabao still has some reserves. Here’s the deal, honorable Lord Karu: I’ll give you an Osteo Wand—either take it or leave it! Any further delay and you’ll leave empty-handed!"

"Heh, don’t get mad, Your Majesty. I’ll repeat myself: I only want the Druid’s Severance Arcane!" Liu Zhenhuan maintained his irritating rogue demeanor but inwardly grimaced—how had he forgotten Spiritual Thread Codes? Those damn Dreadlords, though vegetative, weren’t dead. If they couldn’t be revived, Jiabao was almost certainly planning live extraction! With blood marrow and Spiritual Thread Code crystals, that woman had every resource at her disposal!

Hollywood Demon Clan courtiers were now cursing en masse, with several impassioned voices requesting combat from the Witch King.

"Lord Karu, you’re the boldest, most arrogant, and most insufferably tedious noble I’ve ever encountered!" His Majesty Paul Newman maintained his calm, his expression unchanging. "I know Jiabao’s plan! She’s taking advantage of your exceptional strength while exploiting the Left Bank selection rule that bars ranks above Heavenly King tier—sending you here to abuse the loophole!"

"Your insight is as sharp as always, Your Majesty. Such minor tricks would never escape your grasp."

"If I don’t agree, does that mean you’re prepared to wreak havoc here?"

"Oh no, of course not... Although, given it’s a duel, casualties are inevitable. A warrior must have the pride of a warrior—what’s the point of unsheathing blades if they don’t taste blood?"

"Since you insist, I’ll proceed immediately to imbue Severance Arcane into a Four-Winged Magic Knight. We’ll settle things in the arena!"

"Wait!" Liu Zhenhuan hurriedly stopped the Witch King, who was ready to turn the tables.

Paul Newman’s unexpected move caught Liu Zhenhuan off guard.

Liu Zhenhuan’s purpose in coming to Hollywood Continent was the Aegean Druid Prince Kaka, preferably alive rather than dead! For this, Liu Zhenhuan had a plan: infuriating the Witch King as much as possible. Once the Witch King reached his breaking point, the rarity of Spiritual Thread Code crystals and the high magical cost of extraction would likely result in the Druid Prince being handed over—alive.

Now, with the Witch King planning immediate extraction to create a powerful Demon Clan warrior, Liu Zhenhuan’s painstaking efforts felt utterly wasted.

"You still have time to reconsider. An Osteo Wand isn’t an insultingly small price, is it?" His Majesty Paul Newman didn’t wish to push Karu too far. Ever since hearing about his one-shot defeat of Four-Winged Magic Knight Rashid Wallace, Paul Newman’s sole lament was why such talent hadn’t been born on Hollywood Continent. If he knew about Liu Zhenhuan’s Elemental Spirits companions, he’d likely curse the heavens even more for their unfairness.

"Your Majesty, please name your terms. I truly desire this Druid’s arcane magic!" Liu Zhenhuan struggled to think of reasons but could only continue to be unreasonable. "If you set conditions, I’ll practically sell my soul for it!"

"What nonsense! You’re already a princely lord; what’s there for you to sell to me?"

"If I don’t sell my soul to you, would you have me sell it to that vile Jiabao woman?" Liu Zhenhuan scoffed.

"Wha... w-what nonsense are you spouting?" Even with Paul Newman’s deep composure, this statement completely stunned him. It was an outrageous and treasonous claim!

"To put it plainly, I cannot stand that wretched Jiabao fooling with hundreds of men! I’ll never serve her—it’s that simple!" Liu Zhenhuan’s earnestness and candor painted an indisputable fury of raw indignation within his silver cross-star-filled eyes.

The Witch King Paul Newman leaned back against the throne, continuously massaging his brow.

This situation was rare, but not implausible—logically, it made some sense.

"Your Majesty, suit yourself. I’ve spoken frankly. If you still refuse, I’ll have to seek an audience with another king." Liu Zhenhuan sensed the Witch King’s hesitance and promptly applied pressure.

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