That was truly an inhumane thing to say.
âWhat does he even mean by that? She doesnât feel happy with me, yet she experienced pleasures
with you? Sure, Iâm old, and some of my bodily functions have weakened. I know I canât even
impregnate my concubine at this point, but we have true love by our side! And being deeply in love is
the best way to experience love! Do you even know what that feels like, huh, you lustful b*stard!â
King Sandros was extremely enraged, glaring straight at Blaze.
âYou will pay for what you did, Rockefeller!â
âHey old thing, your little guy is practically a fossil at this point, how shameless can you be? Get out of
my way if you donât have the stamina! What are you trying to achieve by holding onto her? Do you want
to die earlier or something? Iâll bum you to ashes then!â
Whoosh!
Flames burst out of nowhere, filling the skies. Blazeâs flames were very abnormal, as it was still just as
strong despite being in the nether realm.
With this, the entire inner court of the Ghast City started burning up in roaring flames. King Sandros
had a rather close call himself-his bum wouldâve been burnt by this if he hadnât dodged in time.
âArgh!â
âWho do you think you are? Messing around in Ghast City as you please! Do you think we, the ten
kings of hell, are a bunch of good-for-nothing-decorations?â
âCapture him⦠Uhm, Sandros, so heâs the one who kidnapped your⦠Tsk tsk, just look at how bad this
situation has become. Weâre all sentient beings, Sandros. Maybe your concubine just wanted some
kind of fun. You should grant the younglings wishes!â
âYeah, sheâs still so young, she canât possibly stay with you just because of this so-called love! She
needs physical affection and you canât provide her with that!â
âLet him go. Heâs actually helping, you know!â
The kings of hell immediately changed their attitudes upon noticing Blaze, as they, for some reason,
became exceedingly generous. Thus, this resulted in King Sandros being on his witâs end.
âIf I donât kill this brat right here, I might have to face such humiliating words for the rest of my life! Iâd
become a laughing stock! D*mn it, d*mn it!â
âI shouldnât even be a king of hell if I donât kill you right this instant!â King Sandros yelled as he lunged
over.
Although Blazeâs flames were indeed powerful, he was still a hell king, and the nether realm was his
territory. Moreover, he had several treasures on him that could prevent him from being burnt by the fire.
That was exactly why he figured that he was capable of killing the young man.
âRun!â
Blaze sent out a fire dragon without hesitation, then ran straight towards the West. He couldnât help but
blame this on his rotten luck since he had actually come to the inner court in hopes of stealing the Life
Book. That book was a mystical treasure, also known as the Natureâs Book. As long as he got his
hands on it, he would finally be able to bring his motherâs soul back to the mortal realm. Elsewise, she
wouldnât be able to leave the nether realm at all. However, it was near impossible to achieve this. The
Life Book wasnât on King Sandrosâ desk, but instead with King Sandros himself.
It took him quite a lot to get such information out of the kingâs concubine, costing him his reputation
within the nether realm.
Despite that, Blaze had expected as much. As long as the other kings stayed out of their fight, he
figured he could snatch the book out of Sandrosâ hands with his powers.
Boom!
Just then, King Sandros took out the Life Book right away.
Blaze had seriously underestimated the bookâs power too. It wasnât just any nether treasure, it was a
deadly weapon too.
With the usage of the Life Book, the law power around them started changing drastically, as several
golden symbols flew up into the air, then towards Blaze.
Boom!
The young man already felt like he couldnât take it anymore, even though it had only been one blow.
Spitting out some blood, he gathered some of his energy and dashed forward, yet only to be restrained
by a string of golden symbols.
âF*ck!â Blaze cursed and sacrificed one of his treasures, a broken crock. However, it seemed obvious
that be cherished this item a lot. When he took it out, a pained expression was plastered on his face.
After that, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the treasure.
Suddenly, the crock floated up into mid air and exploded with a radiant white light.