Squabble Between a King and Prince

"I am the Beast King!"

"I have come to take my revenge on the royal family of Glaran."

"The pitiful mortals matter not to me."

"This hatred can only be solved by blood!"

Everyone was frozen in shock as they heard this.

Is this man mad?

This is the royal family you're talking about!?

Sure you could probably be powerful but what can you do? You can't kill the royal family.

They're Immortals!

All of the mortals and cultivators scoffed at this provocation.

'Pfft- please, you aren't going to kill the royal family.' Everyone thought.

But then everyone was suddenly thrusted out of their delusions sooner or later.

"That's..." A cultivator in the soul building realm was shocked at this news. He was an old man and already knew what this clearly meant.

He understood what this was about.

The Beast King wasn't a open figure so not that many commoners knew about him but the decently leveled cultivators knew a different story.

The Soul Building cultivator knew exactly who the Beast King was.

He couldn't believe his ears.

'Did he just say he was the beast king?...' He processed this for a moment.

'DID HE JUST SAY HE WAS THE BEAST KING!?' The cultivator finally processed this information.

"We're doomed!" A cultivator suddenly shouted.

"This is going to be a bloody war. We probably aren't going to survive." A young looking cultivator sighed in dejection.

"We are all going to die!" A noble clan member suddenly screamed in hysteria. Fear plastered all over his features.

Who was the Beast King?

He was an Immortal closest to ascension in their realm. A peak-Immortal.

He was about to become an Immortal King.

There are only a few existences in this world that can be on the same level as the Beast King.

The Flame Cultivator of Varus.

The Ice Beauty of Iscia

The Tyrant of Manian.

The Scholar of Nashi

And the Beast King of the Forest.

They are know as the 5 gods of the mortal world.

These titles represented their birthplace and the strengths they specialise in.

The Tyrant specialises in Strength and Enslavement combat. Using his own kingdom as personal cannon fodder during his battles while also being endowed with physical combat abilities.

The Scholar specialises in the use of magic. The best magician in the entirety of the mortal plane.

The Ice Beauty specialises in the Ice laws. Having magnificent control over environments and Ice beast creations.

The Flame Cultivator specialises in Fire laws. Wherever he goes in the world, fire follows. He could extinguish fire with a touch or light one with a breath.

The Beast King specialises in the Beast laws. He can tame any wild animal he sees. He is the master of nature with no equal. Even some magical plants heed his command.

The Beast King was raised by wolves as a child and was the alpha of the Lightning Wolves of this world.

That was a huge pack.

He was also completly unresigned to humans. He didn't like them.

But there was only ever one human he loved in this world, even going as far as having children with her.

But the fact he said pups means...

"Someone dared to touch The Beast King's kid!" A cultivator with red hair shouted.

This was truly shocking!

Someone from the Glaran Royal Family actually dared to touch a god's kid!

And not just one either!

The Beast King clearly said 'pup(s)'!

Everyone in Glaran was lamenting their own fate. They knew the next war was going to be bloody.

If they survived.

But suddenly in the capital of Glaran the King was making his speech from on top of his majestic castle.

"Do not worry people of Glaran. We will not die to this foul Beast King! in fact we will be slaying him!" The King of Glaran announced.

What...?

They were going to kill the Beast King?

The people were curious.

They needed to know how to survive the upcoming onslaught of the beasts!

When the king was asked how he gave a solemn but proud expression.

"Like we have said, there is no need to worry about the Beast King annihilating everyone in this kingdom."

"In fact we have a sufficient measure that will ensure the survival of our kingdom!"

"All we have to do is pit one peak-Immortal against another."

"My dear people, we have a peak-Immortal as our prince.

...

No way...

"Woohoo!" A citizen cried out.

Everyone in the country of Glaran cheered over this.

The people of Glaran went wild over this!

We have a Peak Immortal!

That means he was close to ascension.

And that means we can win this fight!

The country of Glaran had hope.

But it was a false hope.

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"Father!" A young man with blond hair waltzed into the throne room.

He had a handsome face with toned muscles underneath his white and gold royal robes.

But what truly made this man special was his peak-Immortal aura! Emanating from his graceful figure.

He was the Prince of Glaran.

"Yes son?" The King of Glaran asked as if he had no hand in this major event.

The young man gritted his teeth.

He felt utter disgust towards this man!

If he could, he would have boiled his own blood to get rid of this man's slime from his veins.

"What have you done!" The prince shouted with rightoues fury.

The king narrowed his eyes into a steely gaze.

"Watch your tone. You dare to shout at your father." The king said with a cold, deep voice, anger bubbling forth from underneath the surface of his calm facade.

"To hell with your respect! How dare you kill them! They were our guests! I invited them out of the kindness of my heart and you killed them!? How dare you!" The prince spat back.

The father nodded with a calm demeanor. Trying to express his understanding towards his son's outburst.

"Forgive me my son. But the Beast King didn't give us the World Fruit when we asked for it." The king answered shaking his head.

"We had no choice but to steal it and save our face. Him not listening to our demands was an insult to our superior power and might. So we had to kill those despicable spawns of his to show that we do not take insults lightly." The king said with a helpless but ridiculing tone. Showing he didn't feel pleasure from doing it but his underlying tone indicated the exact opposite.

The princes anger finally bursted beyond any reasonable standards.

He was furious!

BAM!

Lightning suddenly erupted in the throne room.

The prince was holding a ball of lightning in his hand while streaks of blue were jumping of his hair and eyes. His previously blond hair slowly shifting to white as it stood up with lightning arcs shooting off of it.

The ball of lightning floated of his hand while tendrils were shooting out of it attaching to the walls and floor. Showing the amount of power from this one ball.

The prince shot his hand forward with the ball of lightning following after, with it the ball was travelling at insane speeds towards the throne situated at the middle of the room. Aiming for his own father.

The king smirked before his throne suddenly illuminated a golden light. Creating a forcefield around the chair.

The lightning ball collided with a bang! Dust flying everywhere around the room as the two forces collided.

After a few moments the cloud of dust dispersed, leaving a unharmed man on a throne while the young man was gnashing his teeth in frustration.

"Aaaahhhhh!" The young man shouted into the air.

The king gave a small smirk as he looked at his own son's declining mental state.

He finally got up from his seat and walked towards his son.

He reached him, placing a hand on his son's shoulder, slowly patting.

But when he got closer to the prince's ear he suddenly gripped the shoulder with unfathomable force.

He closed in and finally said his parting words.

"This is what your whore of a mother gets for betraying me."