63: Crazy Beast King Palm Pet 3

“What is love?”

He looked confused, opening his mouth unconsciously.

Everyone else trembled, seeing that Wen Ci not only dared to look directly at the Beast King but even dared to speak to him first. It was practically a death wish.

They were all prepared for Wen Ci to be torn to shreds, yet the Beast King asked what love was?

They were all stunned.

Wen Ci’s soft voice resonated as she said, “Love is me staying by your side forever, never letting you be alone again.”

Lie Xiao’s tall body seemed to be struck by an invisible heavy hammer, swaying almost imperceptibly.

His golden vertical pupils, burning with crimson blood vessels, for the first time clearly, completely, shed all their ferocity and scrutiny, leaving only a pure, immense bewilderment and disbelief, like that of a young beast.

Is that love?

Love… him?

Love this… monster… covered in blood, always on the verge of losing control and tearing everything apart?

He stared intensely into Wen Ci’s eyes, trying to find a trace of deceit, a hint of pity, or a sign of madness in that deep calmness.

Nothing, there was nothing.

Only an almost stubborn frankness, a… certainty as if stating a self-evident truth.

The cold iceberg named “despair” quietly cracked open a tiny fissure the moment it touched the burning word “love.”

A strange, scorching warmth, almost making his soul tremble, emerged from the deepest part of his heart, very faintly, tentatively…

The night wind swept by, carrying the scent of blood and the cool freshness of vegetation.

A deathly silence.

Only the crackling of burning flames and Lie Xiao’s still heavy, but noticeably less destructive, breathing echoed in the oppressive air.

The sacrificial offering who said she would “love him” still calmly looked up at him, as if her earth-shattering words were merely the most ordinary greeting.

And Lie Xiao, the crazy Beast King who struck fear into the entire beast tribe, for the first time, in front of a weak female, showed a nearly dazed expression.

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Wen Ci was taken away by Lie Xiao.

Inside the King’s tent, the air was solidified as if tangible. All the beast warriors, slaves, and even the old priest who dared not breathe, widened their eyes, watching the mind-bending scene before them in disbelief.

Their King, the violent and tyrannical crazy Beast King Lie Xiao, who regarded human lives as grass, was carefully placing the human sacrificial offering named Wen Ci—who should have been torn apart and trampled, a mere trophy—on the enormous beast-bone throne next to his own, a symbol of absolute power and majesty.

The throne was made from a single piece of polished ancient giant beast skull, with sharp fangs and glittering gems embedded along its edges, making it chilling and ferocious.

Wen Ci’s slender figure sat upon it, making her appear even more fragile and tiny, as if she could be devoured by this symbol of barbaric kingship at any moment.

However, Lie Xiao’s actions carried a… gentleness that was completely out of character for him. His rough hands avoided places where she might be scratched by bone spurs; he almost cradled her into a stable position.

This scene was too bizarre, too terrifying!

The beastmen exchanged glances, their jaws almost dislocated.

This… what was this? Not only did the King not immediately execute this arrogant sacrificial offering who dared to claim “love for him,” but he placed her in the most noble position, closest to the throne? Had the King been bewitched by some evil magic?!

Countless gazes darted between Lie Xiao and Wen Ci, filled with confusion, fear, and a hint of indescribable… jealousy.

Although they couldn't see clearly just now, with their excellent hearing, they had heard every word Wen Ci said to their Beast King perfectly clear.

That human sacrificial offering actually claimed to come to love their King, which was simply overestimating herself!

Wen Ci remained quietly seated, her eyelashes lowered, casting faint shadows on her fair cheeks.

She seemed oblivious to the almost palpable shock and malice around her, or perhaps, she simply didn’t care.

This gentle calmness, reflected in Lie Xiao’s eyes, stirred ripples in his chaotic heart.

She truly was different from everyone before.

Just as the suffocating silence reached its peak—

“Roar—!!!”

A violent, bloodthirsty roar, like a clap of thunder, ripped through the tent flaps!

A huge, red-eyed, drooling Rifttooth Wolf (Split-Tooth Wolf), somehow broke free from its restraints, carrying a heavy scent of blood and murderous intent, and charged like a black hurricane directly towards the center of the King’s tent!

Its fanged maw was locked onto the defenseless white figure on the throne—Wen Ci!

The sudden change happened too fast! So fast that all the beast warriors couldn’t react, only watching as the deadly fangs rapidly approached Wen Ci’s fragile neck!

“You seek death!”

A roar filled with monstrous rage erupted from the throne! The sound was like the ice of the netherworld, instantly freezing the air.

A black shadow flashed!

No one saw how Lie Xiao moved. They only felt an utterly terrifying pressure explode like a tangible force, and the figure on the throne had vanished!

The next second, a larger, more ferocious figure, carrying destructive power, arrived from behind, intercepting the Split-Tooth Wolf pouncing on Wen Ci with pinpoint accuracy!

“Crack!!!”

The sickening sound of bones shattering, accompanied by the dying howl of the beast, echoed throughout the King’s tent!

Lie Xiao gripped the Split-Tooth Wolf’s throat with one hand, his fingers like cast steel, crushing its thick neck bone! His other arm, muscles bulging, like the most violent battering ram, slammed hard into the side of the wolf’s head!

“Thud!”

A dull impact sound accompanied by the muffled crunch of a skull shattering! The massive wolf’s head was like a watermelon smashed by immense force, red and white instantly splattering!

The huge wolf’s body was violently hurled to the ground like a rag doll, twitching twice before falling completely silent.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Inside the entire King’s tent, there was only the thick, unyielding smell of blood and a deathly silence.

All the beastmen were utterly terrified by this incredibly brutal scene that unfolded in a flash of lightning!

They looked at the figure in the center, like a demon god descended—Lie Xiao’s tall body stood before Wen Ci, like an insurmountable mountain.

His naked upper body was splattered with hot wolf blood and brains, his golden vertical pupils burned with un-faded ferocity and destructive desire, his heavy breathing like a wounded beast, and a suffocating, soul-crushing terror emanated from him.

At his feet lay the instantly killed, tragically dead Split-Tooth Wolf.

This was the King they knew! Cruel, tyrannical, and deadly with one strike! A walking embodiment of destruction!

The terrifying power displayed in that instant, the indifferent brutality that regarded life as mere ants, was deeply etched into the heart of every beastman, making their knees instinctively tremble, almost forcing them to prostrate themselves, even making breathing incredibly difficult.

Fear, like a cold viper, once again coiled around their hearts.

However, as the wild killing intent subsided slightly, when Lie Xiao instinctively turned his head, wanting to confirm if Wen Ci was safe, he suddenly trembled violently.

She saw it! She clearly saw his monstrously brutal and violent killing just now! She saw his hands and body covered in filth and blood! She saw his most unbearable, most terrifying side!

What would she think? Would she look at him with the same fear and disgust as everyone else, as if he were a monster?

Would she think he was a bloodthirsty beast, an irrational madman? Would the “love” she spoke of be completely extinguished by this flowing blood at this moment, leaving only revulsion and disdain?

An unprecedented, sharp panic and an almost overwhelming self-loathing instantly seized Lie Xiao’s heart.

His proud strength had now become the source of his deepest fear. He was afraid to see in her eyes the… disgust he had long grown accustomed to, but which he now vehemently resisted.

He didn’t even dare to look into her eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled violently, and he instinctively wanted to take a step back, to widen this suffocating distance, as if that could conceal his blood-soaked body and the essence of a “monster.”

However, just as his mind was churning, almost consumed by that dark self-negation.

Wen Ci gently called his name, “Lie Xiao.”