Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 761 - 165: The Silver Fist Still Carries the Cold Firelight_2

Chapter 761: Chapter 165: The Silver Fist Still Carries the Cold Firelight_2

"Haha... I’m beginning to like you, reptile." The Flame Lord laughed heartily, his breath fanning the flames into a frenzied roar. "Joy should be shared, reptile! You should be proud, for you have witnessed the evolution of a Flame Lord..."

He paused here, a smug grin playing on this face as he attempted to discern a hint of admiration in the other’s eyes, or perhaps a gasp of shock. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. Liu Zhenhan remained impassive at the Flame Lord’s self-proclaimed evolution, his expression as unchanging as an unmelting meteor.

"...Why are you not surprised..." Flame Lord Basturk’s pride was slightly wounded, a touch of anger creeping into his voice. He decided he would turn this person into a permanent "rock imprint". "It took me five thousand years to progress from a Flame Troll to a Flame Overlord, then another five thousand years to ascend from Flame Overlord to Flame Lord. I never thought I’d have the chance to advance to Flame Emperor. I didn’t expect that a little over a thousand years have passed, and I managed to achieve this long-cherished wish during the ’Demon Disintegration Technique’. Not only did it not backlash, but it allowed me to comprehend the true essence of combat and ascend to a higher level of power. I am more formidable now! Damn you, ignorant reptile!"

"The true essence of combat?" Liu Zhenhan smirked scornfully, flicking off a large amount of mucus and wiping his finger on the mane of the Pegasus.

"From now on, I am truly immortal. Even if my physical body is destroyed, I can evolve into a stronger Flame Sorcerer Emperor! Shouldn’t I be pleased?" Basturk, who had ascended from Flame Lord to Flame Emperor, laughed uproariously, shaking the earth. "And you ridiculous reptile still want to absorb my essence, too hilarious..."

"Emperor? Sorcerer Emperor?" Liu Zhenhan raised an eyebrow, straddled the Pegasus, and said, "Let’s see how I defeat you into a ground locust!"

A purple halo descended from the heavens, trapping Basturk, the Flame Emperor, from head to toe. A surge of black energy emanated from the Flame Emperor’s body and flowed into Liu Zhenhan’s chest.

"Now I feel even stronger." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.

"Damn reptile! How can a Moore possess the ’Power Drain’!" Basturk, the Flame Emperor, howled in fury.

"Even if you have advanced, your magical power must be extremely limited after that battle, right?" Liu Zhenhan pointed at Basturk, the Flame Emperor’s forehead with his spear and said, "One last reminder, you are fighting a Beamon shaman! Despite my ugliness, I’m not an Elf."

"Ridiculous and arrogant reptile! I’ll show you the true power of Flame Magic!" The Flame Emperor chuckled, his hands swaying a scorching magical halo. Numerous huge volcanic rocks on the ground shuddered and transformed into eight four-meter-tall molten creatures, spewing fierce flames, surrounding Liu Zhenhan from all sides.

"Look at this." The Flame Emperor Basturk lifted a piece of obsidian as tall as seven or eight meters beside him, poured in a thick amount of fire elemental magic, turning the entire piece of obsidian into a brilliant red gem. He raised it high, ready to smash it onto Liu Zhenhan’s head.

Liu Zhenhan swiftly counterattacked, twirling his T-head spear into a flurry of assaults. Seizing the moment the Flame Emperor raised the rock and exposed his empty chest, he grit his teeth, throwing his spear. At this distance of dozens of meters, with the Flame Emperor’s large target, he was not afraid of a miss. With the Overlord Dragon Power plus a third of the Flame Emperor’s own power, having a Berserk double bonus, no magic armor in this world can withstand it!

The eight four-meter-tall molten creatures failed in their attempted attack on Liu Zhenhan. When they approached within five meters of Liu Zhenhan, they began to hesitate as if an invisible barrier was blocking them, the Fire Avoidance Dragon Pearl’s immunity function had generated an invisible force field.

A knight’s spear bearing the "Sacrificial Fire" pierced the abdomen of the monstrous Flame Emperor, who looked incredulous. Even with part of his power drained, the Flame Emperor couldn’t believe that this individual, who claimed to be a Beamon and was suspected of being a blood magic mage, could physically tear through his hard magic armor and his stomach, which was tougher than rocks! Even the rebounding effect of his "Fire Squeeze Armor" had completely failed!

"Groooar!" With a roar of pain, the massive rock slipped from the Flame Emperor’s hands. Liu Zhenhan casually tugged at the reins, the Winged Pegasus gracefully soaring sideways, skirting past the falling rock.

The Flame Emperor seemed to pull out a sewing needle as he removed the spear from his abdomen. The steel spear softened quietly in his grip, ultimately melting into a pool of molten metal. The Flame Emperor watched Liu Zhenhan soaring in the sky and circling in a beautiful flight path, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just as an elephant would be taken aback if it found—a mouse—with strength equal to its own.