CHAPTER 1716: CHAPTER 573-2 EASTERN DEFENSE SYSTEM {PART 2}_2

"Don’t forget, you’re on the Silk Continent now!" That was the final summary, as the local tyrant Fajiang issued a fierce roar to formally warn the brash newcomers.

"Besides dragging in national and ethnic issues, can you come up with any fresh reasons?" Liu Zhenhuan laughed helplessly. "Reiterating that it’s your home turf again and again, painting Yitiao like a traitor, do you really think that works?"

"It does," Yitiao chuckled bitterly. "There will definitely be some powerful fools who will be riled up by this kind of rhetoric, either by him or other members of Lishan Gate. Our region is full of nationalistic youth."

"Are you scared?"

"To be honest, I’m a bit scared!" Yitiao smirked. "But if I’d made a single mistake back in the day, I’d already be dead by now! My ability to escape was my own skill, not Lishan Gate showing mercy! My demotion, and Qingya’s suffering from such harsh confinement—can such deep hatred be offset by a bit of fear? Since I’ve promised Prince Tang to spare his life, I’ll just cripple his limbs!"

"Don’t rush!" Liu Zhenhuan shrugged off Xiao Kong’s embrace, stopping Yitiao’s blade-drawing move, then calmly walked over to Fajiang, circled him thrice, wearing a mysterious smirk. "Fajiang, since you’ve also made threats, it’s said the strong dragon doesn’t oppress the local snake; I understand the rules of the underworld. Let’s not kill you or cripple you, instead, let Yitiao and me have some fun. This doesn’t break bones or tendons; it should be the best and most proper solution, right?"

"Don’t you dare refuse!" Seeing Fajiang’s face turn dangerous and his eyes radiate cruelty, Liu Zhenhuan grabbed his chin and smiled menacingly. "If you dare refuse, I have thousands of strong men here!"

"You wouldn’t do that," Fajiang said contemptuously.

As a veteran of the martial world, after a bout of anger, he quickly calmed down again.

Although hiring male companions was quite popular even on the Silk Continent, he did not believe his ’looks’ would arouse such a desire in others.

"I’m insulting you, idiot!" Liu Zhenhuan laughed. "It’s an insult, don’t you get it? I’m not interested in your appearance!"

"I’m not mocking you; can a pretty boy like you really go through with it?" Fajiang’s sidelong glance was sharp and pleased as he observed his surroundings.

"Watch carefully," Liu Zhenhuan abruptly pulled open his belt.

Quite a few people around stared dumbfounded at the Feilengcui Lord, seemingly not expecting him to talk like that and be ready to act.

However, those familiar with the lord’s style were already unfazed.

Perhaps because most people around had indifferent expressions, it greatly skewed Fajiang’s judgment. Due to the crowd’s desensitized manner, he really began to think that this flamboyantly dressed handsome young man had done similar things before!

If not, why would even many pretty women be so unimpressed?

Logic dictated an immediate reaction; Fajiang suddenly lunged like a ravenous tiger, his heavily wounded body erupting with unexpected force, which surprised many. If not for several burly mammoth men pinning him down, no one would doubt he’d have the ability, resolve, and courage to bite off the Feilengcui Lord’s nape.

This Red Fire Poisonous Turtle, pinned to the ground, struggled while emitting a hysterical howl.

Liu Zhenhuan delivered two kicks right to Fajiang’s broad lips. These direct kicks were quite on point, and the Red Fire Poisonous Turtle, along with a mouthful of sharp teeth and blood, spewed forth.

Strange wails and vicious curses burst from Fajiang’s puffy, peach-like lips in rapid succession. Initially incoherent with rage, upon seeing Liu Zhenhuan start lifting his shirt, exposing the bottoms of his maritime coat, the Red Fire Poisonous Turtle began to plead and beg for mercy, deep desperation and fear appearing in his pupils.

Compared to death, such humiliation was more terrifying.

"Just a step away from thinking he was a hero," Liu Zhenhuan picked up the belt from the ground, dusting it off with some disappointment, and waved at Yitiao. "Since he’s a blustering coward, let’s send him off to the Western Paradise."

Xiao Kong opened his mouth, wanting to intervene, but was held back by Ventéclair. The Tenth Prince firmly shook his head at his Xi Bei brother.

"I must keep my word; I promised the Prince I’d spare his life! Just cripple his limbs and eyes!" Yitiao whistled, stopping Ning Yu, who was about to lead others away from the soon-to-be-bloody scene. "I’m sorry to trouble the proprietress, but could you probe out his Turtle Bead first."

The piercing wails didn’t last long, as Yitiao soon scooped out the Red Fire Poisonous Turtle’s tongue.

Several human Magic Tutors and members of the Dragon Clan broke into a cold sweat. They weren’t strangers to bloodshed, but it was the first time they’d witnessed such a display. The Feilengcui Lord and his magic pet’s vengeful nature made their hair stand on end, realizing just how troublesome such rogues could be.

Liu Zhenhuan repeatedly examined a deathly green Turtle Bead in his hand. The pearl housed a cluster of dark scarlet flames, blooming like a flower. It was a bead capable of imparting a poisonous flame’s scattering ability—not a bad find, but he was still hesitant.

After all, this Red Fire Poisonous Turtle, Fajiang’s strength was between a quasi-super and super-tier Magical Beast. Specialized in wide-area destruction with poisonous flames, should he just kill it to extract magic crystals, enhance Lace or boost the Ring Spirit’s combat prowess? Or would he stick to his promise, saving some face for the mystical prince who maneuvered secretly?

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Haha, I’ve seen the messages in the review section. Actually, I’ve already fixed a lot of bugs, and a few words can patch them up.

As for my verbose writing... how should I put it? My magic system is different from others. Generally, fantasy novels only cover the eight schools of magic, but my mages specialize in one field rather than being jacks-of-all-trades like in DND.

Currently, there are over thirty series of magic in Beast Blood, covering unique magic cultivation systems from several continents, so I need to explain it in detail.

After the book ends, I’ll categorize the magic that has appeared and the four new spell types from the Silk Continent, including the unique Dubin cultivation methods, providing comprehensive data separately.

Last time, a brother mentioned wanting to help improve the fictional world of Beast Blood. I feel truly honored that someone would be interested in writing similar articles.

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