"Impatient, are we?" Seamon ldon cruelly grinned, his confidence reaching an all-ti high. "But don't you worry, crippled trash. You'll be dead soon enough!"
"Sure, sure, dude… Wait, your na… Pfft!" Knox burst out laughing, holding his sides. "Where do you get off talking to anything but your mirror and body pillow with a na like that!? If I were you, I'd hide away in a closet and never leave it!"
Cela's ahoge hair bobbed in curiosity. So too did Lily's ahoge.
They exchanged a glance that lasted longer than intended. Two harrumphs then sounded out as they looked away from each other.
Cela, clinging to Knox, prompted a question to the hysterically laughing man himself. "What's so funny about that pompous idiot's na, Darling?"
"Pompous idiot…?"
Ignoring the idiot in question, Knox cald himself just enough to reply, "His na is Seamon."
"Seamon?" Cela tilted her head, puzzled. "I don't get it, Darling…"
"Haiz," Knox face-pald. "You don't get that his na sounds like sen, but you spout out more dirty words than a sexually deprived sailor?? Make that make sense."
Finally understanding, Cela left her adorable state of contemplation. She slapped a hand against a palm before sneering in Seamon's direction. "You're nad after Darling's baby-making batter, you worm—"
*Bonk!*
"Just be quiet."
Knox silenced the troubleso girl. And though her cheeks puffed out in displeasure, she didn't disobey.
"Anyway, where were we?" Knox asked as he scanned his eyes across the staggering number of people opposing him. "Ah, yes, you were in the midst of your third-rate antagonist dialogue. Well then, don't let get in your way; do resu."
"A-Ah, okay." Seamon cleared his throat with a couple of coughs, then let out a string of villainous laughter. "This is where you et your end, crippled trash! Hand over everything you own and the two girls you have with you, and we might just give you—"
"Hold up a second, I'm gonna have to stop you right there," Knox interrupted.
With an instructor's tone, he dissected Young Master Sen's words:
"You want a little girl as well?" He narrowed his eyes. "Are you so sort of pedo freak on top of being an idiot?? Sha! Sha on you!"
"Wa-Wait, but that's just…" Seamon ldon looked around with erratically flickering eyes. He felt like everyone was now staring at him—judging him. And for the briefest of monts, he was on the verge of breaking down.
But in the end, he was a bonafide—
Young Master.
"Ha! You think you can trap with just words!? Well, think again! I thought you'd be more intelligent than that!"
"And I thought you could control the one-inch twinkle dink between your legs," Knox remarked. "I guess we can both be wrong at tis."
"W… Well, I thought you'd be more handsom—" Seamon paused.
"What?" Knox flashed a shit-eating grin. "Cat got your tongue??"
He knew damn well that Sir Seamon couldn't finish that sentence because he knew pigs flying and won becoming n was more probable.
Cela turned squeamish as she wiggled her jiggly butt. "Darling is the most handso man ever~! Marry now!"
"Still no."
An instant rejection!
"But I like the initiative," Knox added, sticking a thumb up. "Keep it up and you'll definitely beco soone important one day."
Cela only heard the words she wanted to hear, which were important, I, and you.
"I'm soone important to you, Darling~!?" She hugged him even tighter, pressing her boobs against him. "I just knew we were ant to be~!!"
"Huh??" Knox bruhhed the f*ck out. "What the hell are you on, woman?? Give so spac—"
"Stop ignoring !!"
Seamon ldon's irritatingly gravelly voice echoed out, bringing with it the full imnsity of his Late Nascent Soul Realm cultivation base. He attempted to pressure the ones absorbed in their own conversations.
"Dude, what the hell?" Knox cursed, covering his ears with both hands. "Stop being so goddamn loud! We all know you're butthurt over your hugely inflated ego being threatened, but that's no excuse for you to be acting like a toddler. Grow a pair, why don't you?"
"YOU DARE!??"
OOOM!
As a high-rank genius, Seamon's aura exceeded his cultivation realm. It was this very aura that crushed down on Knox, Cela, and Lily.
Feeling the insignificant pressure trying to get him to kneel, Knox's eyes glowed a deathly shade of gold. And with Lily still perched atop his head, he flashed forward—
*Clench!*
"*Kuk! Kuk!* Yo…u bashtard!!"
"Stop talking," Knox ordered, his grip around Seamon's neck squeezing harder. "You're dead next ti you do sothing like that, understand?"
"Y-You—"
"I said, do you understand?"
RUMBLE!
"!!!"
Frightened to the point of pissing his breeches, Seamon furiously nodded. All his previous gusto had been erased with just a single look from a renowned cripple.
"Good," Knox said, now all smiles—his previous overwhelming killing intent nowhere to be seen. "Now, according to the script, what you'll do next—Sen-Fck*—is you'll give so dumb-ass speech to all these lovely loot bags you brought with you. After which, you and every other mindless sheep here will run to the slaughter. Out of self-defense, I'll have no choice but to fulfill their wishes."
'This psycho…!! Freak, monster…!!!' Seamon scread internally, fear burrowing deep into his expression.
"So, are we clear, Sen?" Knox asked in a very friendly way. "Do you know what to do next?"
Terrified by the gleam in his golden eyes, Seamon ldon shivered uncontrollably. And without thinking, he nodded enough tis to put him in a neck brace.
"That's very good to hear, dear friend."
Knox montarily stopped speaking, his emotionless gaze suddenly shooting toward a jade beauty of impeccable elegance.
Nala.
Nala Maybringer—one of, if not the most talented Water Deity Child—also being a recently broken-through Soul Formation Realm expert. A very cold and detached woman of incredible beauty.
Yet, at this mont, sothing else had mixed in with her coldness. A fierceness that knitted her brows deep together and gave her aura a dangerous, murderous elent that was wholly directed at a single person.
A young girl whom Knox had grown to enjoy the company of in recent tis.
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