Chapter 1183: Chapter 177 Ian Silverpeak Famous Across the World (7800)_3
Yes. The situation that looked quite frightening just now is actually like ‘a cousin sees a mosquito on his cousin’s back, and because he’s in a bit of a bad mood, he uses a bit too much force to slap it dead’—a joke of that caliber.
Broken bones? Such a trivial matter to worry about, you’ve already reached the Second Energy Level, don’t be so fragile.
In the Ximor Royal Court, the Khan’s offspring are such monsters… Even if they possess only a thin Bloodline, they can easily heal shattered bones.
And the direct descendants even more so.
Each of them possesses extraordinary Vitality and destructive power unimaginable to Ordinary people. Their childhood brawls might jokingly crush a skull or squeeze a brother’s heart.
It sounds almost like a self-destructive practice, like rearing insects, using this thod to determine the strongest child, dark and cruel, nauseating.
But in reality, it’s nothing like that.
An ordinary person’s mind simply can’t comprehend the transcendent logic among the top-tier Bloodline Nobility… Break a skull? Just sar so saliva on it and stick it back; crush a heart? Just eat sothing and sleep for a while, it’ll be better when you wake up.
Even if the soul is annihilated, it’s just a matter of resting for a few months, waiting for the Body to grow a new soul.
What would be horrifying injuries for a typical Sublimator, for these World-Devouring Wolves, Heaven’s Punishnt Blade’s most direct descendants, are like scraping a knee during a fall, or accidentally losing a tooth—painful, but certainly not fatal small injuries.
As long as the heart, soul, and brain aren’t all destroyed at the sa ti, no matter how severe the injuries or how excessive the brawl seems, the Great Khan won’t care, might even smile and show his fangs, appreciating that the ripping and killing intent in his Bloodline instincts hasn’t faded.
If these little wolves dare to show their fangs against him, dare to raise their swords, that is the epito of familial affection.
It’s nothing more than… ordinary mother-daughter quarrels, father-son fights.
Of course, no matter how strong the Vitality, the pain is still certain; in fact, due to their overly developed and sensitive nerves and perception, the Ximor royals might even suffer more when injured.
But if you can’t even tolerate this little pain, might as well kill yourself earlier to avoid embarrassing the Royal Court.
“I really didn’t know about the eavesdropper, but I guess it’s that Dragon of the Illusionary Realm, Sio, who set it on ; you know, I’m not very sensitive in this area.”
Sotoron knew his cousin’s irritation had been vented, so he sighed and said, sharing half of his food with the other: “As for Ian Silverpeak… I’m not afraid to tell you that his killing intent is as terrifying as yours, but wholly different. It’s not the kind of hunting or battlefield killing intent… It’s a calm, inhuman overlook, like, like…”
The big Werewolf racked his brains for a taphor, and after a dozen seconds, he found an apt comparison: “Right, like a natural disaster!”
“His destroying would be as simple as a natural disaster destroying a cottage! I judged that if I went up, I’d just be killed by him in one blow, so I gave up the challenge.”
“Oh… I see.”
Picking up a piece of steak from his cousin’s plate, Gaer grabbed it with his hand, eating as he muttered to himselfingly: “You’ve made so progress, to actually sense the ‘Heart Montum’ of soone else.”
“It seems that Ian Silverpeak has grasped the key to the Heart Light Body, truly a genius on my level.”
“Really?”
This ti, Sotoron was sowhat incredulous: “Can he really compare to you? Although he isn’t a true commoner genius but revived from a cold door, against soone with your noble Bloodline…”
“Don’t underestimate commoner geniuses.”
Swallowing the steak, Gaer extended his scarlet tongue, ungraciously licking the at juice from the corner of his mouth, casually picking up another piece of steak and chewing as he nonchalantly continued: “The greatest commoner genius in this world is nad Friedrich—the Grand Master without any Bloodline, just a pure Ordinary person; his talent is such that, forget the Great Khan, even if you gather all the Fifth Energy Level of our era together, they’d probably pale in comparison, he could humiliate us ‘geniuses’ relying on our Bloodline with just one finger alone.”
“We’re formidable, we can be confident—that is the capital our Bloodline gives us, but don’t be overconfident, arrogance never reaches the Third Energy Level. Cousin, you need to heed a bit… humility.”
Noticing Sotoron nodding blankly, the Werewolf youth with black-red eyes glanced out the window and laughed: “Of course, I don’t consider Ian to be the second Grand Master. To judge how formidable he truly is, we’ll have to wait until we’ve encountered the ruins and crossed arms to say.”
“It’s just a pity, I thought he could beat you half to death and return, then I could analyze his fighting thods and Primordial Essence Purity from your Body… Alas, cousin, why didn’t you fight?”
Saying this, he sighed: “Even a one-shot kill would leave so traces.”
“I certainly wouldn’t dare…” Sotoron sipped his tea, muttering softly: “I’m afraid he’d just tear apart…”
“Sotoron’s decision is correct.”
A cold female voice sounded, without any sign, an Elf Girl was sitting in another seat at the table.
The girl’s long ears stood upright, and her jet-black hair hung down her shoulders, her eye corners had a hint of blush, like a dash of color in a black-and-white painting, added a note of humanity to her cold and calm deanor: “I just caught a glimpse from afar, besides my old rival Anfa and that handso youth, that rumored Aberrant Dragon Form is better than we imagined.”
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