Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 951 - 224: A Colossal Lie_2

Chapter 951: Chapter 224: A Colossal Lie_2

"What? My Dragon Power only stunned you for ten breaths?" The Seven-Colored Dragon’s jaw almost hit the floor.

"Ten breaths?" The voice of Fairy Dragon Luna was sharp like a she-cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Impossible! Such resistance to ’Dragon Power’ can only belong to a Saint Chiao Mage with domain power!"

"Let me reiterate once more! I am indeed a Saint Chiao Mage!" Old Liu raised his arm in self-introduction, but even coming from his own mouth, the statement seemed somewhat lacking in confidence—hardly anyone would believe him.

As for domain power, Liu Shock felt that his numerous force-pattern shields should definitely qualify as a domain, only he didn’t know how to use the type of Forbidden Magic Domain spells of Saint Chiao to deeply tap into the potential power of his domain.

It would have been much better if he had stood up sooner. Liu Shock regretted, having missed another chance to impress everyone.

"Master Puskas did say that. He predicted you would become a Saint Chiao, though he didn’t specify when. So, I think you’re bluffing," Fairy Dragon Luna scoffed. "Your magic fluctuations are quite chaotic. I would believe it if you said you were a Magic Teacher; such a young Magic Teacher is rare on the continent."

"Puskas? How could he possibly know?" Liu Shock opened his mouth in surprise and rolled his eyes dramatically. Becoming a Saint Chiao had happened in the Underground World; how could the old man have such foresight? He wasn’t a god.

"Don’t you know that Master Puskas has been studying the Prophecy Method for a long time?" Fairy Dragon Luna stared at Old Liu with curiosity. "You don’t even know this?"

"Impossible!" Liu Shock glared disdainfully at Fairy Dragon Luna. "You think I wouldn’t know? The old man practiced three types of magic: Fire Elemental, Electric Elemental, and Wind Elemental. The maximum a Saint Chiao can master is three types of magic. Cocktail Magic that comes from a blend of different elements isn’t accounted for! Adding a Prophecy Method, my goodness, five types of magic—you think Puskas is a god?"

"Fool! The Prophecy Method doesn’t possess any offensive power; it’s a form of elemental power discovered by human witches to probe the future world. Half of its operation relies on a crystal ball. To say it meets the standards as magic is just following the crowd. This non-offensive spell is just like your battle chants, entirely a different form of elemental power. Magic is rigid; these non-offensive spells are flexible. They don’t conflict with the three elemental powers of a Saint Chiao at all!" Luna mocked Liu Shock fiercely for daring to flaunt his understanding of elemental knowledge before a Fairy Dragon.

Poor Old Liu, a grand Saint Chiao, was simply a standard legal illiterate who could only be ridiculed and stunned, finding no words to retort.

Then the fact that Puskas had entrusted the young Nun Joan of Arc to him in such a secretive manner—was it another prediction? The legally ignorant Saint Chiao’s mind wandered with thoughts induced by Fairy Dragon Luna’s words.

"Luna..." the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim swallowed heavily, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke, "Don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense. It’s impossible for him to be a Saint Chiao. The fact that he got up so quickly from the power of ’Dragon Power,’ I’m sure it’s because of his unique constitution!"

"Smart! I told you already, I have the power of the Dragon Elephant," Liu Shock patted his chest with a sigh. "You’ve always thought I was talking nonsense, haven’t you?"

"You have Dragon Power? Are you a human-shaped Giant Dragon of fourth-rank or above, sealed into a Beamon?"

"Dragon God above!" Fairy Dragon Luna exclaimed in a low voice.

Liu Shock and Mourinho exchanged rolling eyes; they felt this Dragon City couple should have gone into writing knight novels instead—such wasted imaginative talent.

"Or perhaps you’re a descendant of the Golden Family?" The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim speculated wildly again. "Though according to rumors, the Dragon Priest Kochis has black hair and a pair of jet-black eyes, and you have blond hair..."

"Ibrahim, haven’t you noticed, his nose doesn’t at all look like a Piegel’s! More like a human’s! Maybe he really is a descendant of the Golden Family!" Fairy Dragon Luna exclaimed as if she’d discovered a new continent.

If one has Dragon Clan bloodline, they can almost maintain immunity to "Dragon Majesty" for about a minute. Since the golden family was once acknowledged by the Holy Giant Dragon through blood, they are considered to have the Dragon Clan bloodline as well. Piegel, showing no signs of dizziness afterward, made Ibrahim’s speculation quite plausible.

"What?" Liu and Mourinho watched with eyes wide and mouths agape, while Liu just kept touching his admirably growing nose.

"Who are you, really?" Ibrahim squinted his eyebrows and fixed Liu with an intense gaze.

At that moment, Liu’s mind raced—once the Demon Clan invaded, both Dragon Cities would send a batch of ordinary Giant Dragons to join the war as Knights’ mounts... Real Giant Dragons, much more useful than his two Fairy Dragon wives...

"You guessed it right." A faint sadness quietly appeared on Liu’s lips, and Piegel, with his eyes downcast, had a hint of bitterness on his face.

"You can’t really be a descendant of Lord Kochis, can you?" Mourinho nearly jumped up, and the audience of Beamons held their breath, each like a sculpted mud figure waiting for the outcome.

"My father is..." Liu took a deep breath, looked up, and his eyes brimmed with sparkling tears.

The air around tightened immediately, countless pairs of ears perked up like windmills.

"Who is it? Say it!" Ibrahim pressed.

"Astonvila," Liu said, his expression even more sorrowful.

At these words, Ibrahim flopped down on the ground. It took a moment for Mourinho to react, and he almost lost his breath after pondering a bit.

"Impossible!" Luna, the Fairy Dragon, screamed. "How can the descendant of the ’Ice Dancer’ not be a Giant Dragon?"

"Why not?" Liu rolled his eyes, recounting the old tales he had told the elders of Andulan and during his time in Burl, especially emphasizing a story about a Fairy Dragon who had courted Astonvila.

The Dragon City couple was utterly flabbergasted.

An ordinary Giant Dragon achieving the fourth rank to transform into a human form was already exceptional; for the exceedingly challenging advanced dragons, the regard for a sixth-rank Giant Dragon was akin to the Beamons’ worship of their king. Even though the noble Seven-Colored Dragon and Fairy Dragon might be proud, they still had to show utmost respect to Astonvila, similar to Piegel’s current status in Beamon—his origins were not noble, but everything else was flawless. Indeed, a young Fairy Dragon had once secretly adored Astonvila—the Holy Giant Dragon descendants rarely married common humanoid Giant Dragons, but it’s said that Seven-Colored Dragons and Fairy Dragons do not disdain marrying fifth or sixth-rank epic Giant Dragons.

Hearing Piegel speak of Astonvila as if listing family treasures left the Dragon City couple at a loss for words. Such details, even Daisy and Ruona knew, but surely not to this extent!

"Wait! You just said the ’Ice Dancer’ was already beaten to death by more than a dozen Hell Black Dragons. If you are his son, why didn’t you save him?" Luna scrutinized every facial expression and detail on Richard’s face while frowning deeply.

"I have many unspeakable difficulties," Liu said, struggling to fabricate more excuses and simply played it cool: "Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Anyway, it doesn’t matter to me, I don’t expect your acknowledgment, after all, my current identity is a Beamon."

The Seven-Colored Dragon and Fairy Dragon had nothing more to say.