Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Little Fox
Then, with deliberate slowness, he his right arm. His palm faced the sky as if presenting his opponent with a gift.

A heartbeat passed.

His fingers curled inward in beckoning motions.

No words were spoken. None were needed. The gesture was effortless, lazy even—yet it transmitted his message sharper than any words could ever hope to convey.

Come.

Do your best.

Little fox.

Raelor’s features immediately darkened as a murderous aura enveloped his person, rage rapidly boiling inside him.

As the young fox was busy getting enraged, a commotion erupted in the stands, all thanks to a certain princess.

“Why’s this bastard so damned hot?!” Kitsara shouted with a mixture of annoyance and awe evident in her tone.

“You’re drooling…” Blade, Devil’s samurai woman muttered.

“How could I possibly not drool!! Don’t you see that hot piece of ass down there?!” she then stood from her seat, and placed her two hands close to her lips to form a cone before shouting, “Lose your pants too, sexy!!”

Vargis immediately erupted into a coughing fit upon hearing the words of his daughter. His fit was so strong one might assume he’d been a chain smoker for all those long centuries he lived.

“He’s my partner, I’d seen him naked numerous times,” the samurai replied.

“So you’re saying the spark between the two of you had lost its luster? Such a miserable woman couldn’t be me, I’ll never get bored of those muscles! I want to eat my meals off of his naked body from now on! No use forks, knives, or limbs shall be permitted!!”

Before Blade could retort, amused giggles sounded from the group’s healer. “What’s new, the Horny Bitch is being horny…” Her words caused many beastkin heads to snap in her direction, she did just insult royalty, after all, but she did not seem to care one bit. Neither did Kitsara for that matter, she was a rather shameless woman.

“Ghosty thinks the Horny Bitch is right. Master should indeed lose his pants right this instant, and Ghosty also wants to lick her food off of Master’s body!” the group’s dogkin rogue decreed with sparkling eyes that could not be taken off of her lover’s/master’s/leader’s mesmerizing form even for a single second.

Normally, beastkin would’ve torn Quinlan apart a long time ago if they suspected Blossom to be his slave, but because she acted like a maiden deeply in love, any such notions were dismissed. Even if she was a slave, she seemed much happier than their wives… so they didn’t feel inclined to intervene.

Raelor spat out a string of obscenities aimed at Devil while his hands blurred, reaching for the daggers sheathed at his sides. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilts, the twin blades danced to life, swirling between his hands in a masterful display of skill and control. The air around him was filled with whistling sounds as he spun them with eye-popping speed.

A few grunts of approval rippled through the beastkin spectators. Raelor’s technique was undeniably ahead of his youthful age. The innumerable investments Silver spent on this son of his have resulted in incredible yields.

Yet, the man standing opposite him remained unimpressed.

Not a single muscle twitched in Devil’s frame as his eyes were locked onto his opponent with all the interest of a predator watching a cornered rabbit struggle in vain. Instead of acknowledging Raelor’s skill, he did something far worse: he dismissed it.

With deliberate slowness, he raised his hand once more.

And beckoned for a second time.

The taunt was unbearable for the young foxkin warrior.

A guttural growl tore itself from Raelor’s throat as his muscles tensed, his fury had reached the boiling point. With a burst of speed, he shot forward, lunging at his enemy.

Devil moved as well.

His right hand curled into a fist as his body shifted forward in a single, fluid motion.

The punch wasn’t flashy, nor did it carry the exaggerated movements of lesser warriors seeking to display power. It was measured, precise—it was just a fist flying at the perfect angle, at the perfect time, with the perfect amount of force.

The sound of a loud crack split the air.

The moment Devil’s fist met Raelor’s chest, the foxkin’s ribs shattered. The sheer impact sent his body rocketing backward like a broken doll before he crashed into the wall of the arena with a thunderous boom. Dust and debris spilled forth as a result of Raelor’s unceremonious landing.

Silence.

A deep, heavy silence.

For the longest moment, no one spoke. No one even breathed.

In the stands, Silver sat frozen with his mouth agape. His head snapped toward Devil. Then toward his son’s ruined form. Then back to Devil. Then back again.

His mind refused to register what had just happened.

It wasn’t possible.

… It shouldn’t have been possible.

Yet there his son lay in a pile of dust.

Slowly, measuredly, Devil turned.

His eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Silver.

Devil’s actions forced the old fox to accept reality for what it was. Knowing he had to act quickly, he parted his lips. But before any sound could escape his lungs, Vex’s coy words reached his ears.

“If you wish to call his alleged age into question, then be my guest. If you don’t have the right artifact, here, I’ll even lend you mine,” after saying that, the white-haired beauty reached into her storage ring to present the item to Silver.

But then, a bittersweet smile emerged on her lips. “However… If you wish yourself and your son to retain whatever little pride he will have left after the healers save him from his ribs puncturing his lungs and suffocating him, I highly recommend you don’t do that. Your best bet is to have everyone present assume Devil is 30 years old. The truth… it truly hurts. Even I would be seething with jealousy if he wasn’t doing his utmost to court me. As things stand, I can just be proud of him instead,” Vex finished with a merry smile, returning his attention to Devil’s frame. His ladies weren’t the only ones who felt butterflies in their stomachs at the sight of his half-naked form.

‘Just how young is this fucker?!’ Silver cried inwardly after glaring at Vex for a few seconds. Every fiber of his being told him she was being truthful. Silver was the last person on the face of Thalorind who would trust others, but he trusted his own ability to detect lies. Not even ancient people with many centuries of life experience could lie to him without him at least having a faint inkling of deception being at play.

He didn’t have long to think because Devil began rolling his shoulders and saying, “Now that I’d warmed up, send me the real challenger, old fox.” Then, he glanced at Raelor who was getting escorted to safety on a stretcher. “Don’t tell me, was that the best your seed could produce?”