Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]-Chapter 80: Thalassotélos — XVI

Warning: Mildly explicit description of death, minor characters dying a not nice death, the ten-tailed fox is his own warning.

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In a complete show of faith towards Hu Lijing’s unwillingness to bring harm upon him, Long ZhenHai did not move an inch from his position. Even as the ten-tailed fox watched him with blood thirsty viciousness in his crimson eyes, not a single muscle in his body twitched.

Loosely extending his arm towards the dragon, the ten-tailed fallen fox deity opened his hand, palm facing the sky that was now in the amber hues of destruction and chaos, he smiled slightly.

Despite sensing the undulated malice pouring out of the ten-tailed fox’s person, the water-borne dragon didn’t even flinch.

"Your seemingly unshakeable faith in this fox is commendable, I must admit," he paused, tilting his head ever so slightly as he gazed at the dragon. "But will he really live up to your expectations? Let me see for myself."

Hu Lijing did indeed interfere. As Long ZhenHai had expected him to.

Under the guise of testing out the supposed theory of Hu Lijing not allowing the ten-tailed fox to bring harm upon the dragon, the fallen fox deity had wanted to give a little taste of punishment to Long ZhenHai by burning him just a little.

Really, just a little.

But the moment he aimed his — Hu Lijing’s — flames towards Long ZhenHai with an intent to harm him, the consciousness of the nine-tailed fox, which the fallen fox deity had presumed to have fallen into the silent sea of nothingness, stirred to life, even if just for a single moment.

And that was to forcefully change the trajectory of flames so that anything and everything but Long ZhenHai would go up in flames.

It honestly amazed, amused and irritated the ten-tailed fox in equal measure, watching the nine-tailed fox’s pitiful consciousness slip back into the — all too easy to sink in — the sea of void, and getting pulled under after accomplishing the wish of keeping his paramour, but also not paramour, safe.

Somewhat irate, the fallen deity rolled his eyes, expression taking on a disgruntled form as he crossed his arms on his chest, his deadly crimson eyes just... Staring at the menacing and towering wall of flames in between him and Long ZhenHai.

"You were not wrong," he conceded reluctantly, seemingly much more reasonable than one would expect from a genocidal maniac who was — and still is — hell bent on revenge. "He really did not let me harm you, huh?" He shifted to the side, wanting to catch a glimpse of the dragon’s expression, but the seemingly impenetrable wall of embers blocked his sight. "You two are annoying."

Likened to a child, he let out a petulant huff and turned on his heels, arms still crossed tightly on his chest as he refused to pay Long ZhenHai any more mind, seemingly not wanting to speak or even look at the dragon anymore.

"This is your final warning, Long ZhenHai. Immediately leave my sight or the next time I attack you, it will be with the intention to kill." He warned, his darkened crimson gaze and features giving neither room for argument nor any different assumption than what he said. "My claws need no Qi to rip your throat out."

Long ZhenHai’s voice sounded from beyond the wall that separated them, entirely unruffled by his warning, the dragon spoke languidly.

"I understand, ten-tailed fox. But you must be understanding. I cannot and will not leave your side simply because the body you inhabit is Jing’ge’s."

The ten-tailed fox bristled even more, veins of his temple throbbing as the muscle on his jaw ticked in irritation.

"That is enough!" He sneered and simply flew down, his crimson eyes narrowing as his breath heaved and throughout all the carnage, the thick veil smoke and terrified screams of others, he could see the man he’d been itching to kill.

He tilted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding a dragon who dared to lunge at him, his hand shooting out as unforgiving claws emerged and he took a hold of the dragon’s arm.

The ten-tailed fox’s — wearing Hu Lijing’s face — expression didn’t change in the slightest as he pulled his hand, cruelly ripping off the dragon’s arm, causing a warm fountain of blood to splatter on his face, accompanied by a shrill cry of pain.

As he landed on his feet, a few hundred steps away from the Clan Leader of dragons, the ten-tailed fox gave the screaming dragon spirit a sidelong glance, momentarily relishing in the pain he had inflicted upon the male.

While keeping an eye on the seemingly high and mighty dragon, the ten-tailed fallen fox deity leisurely raised his arm, extending it towards the dragon who was rolling in pain, clutching desperately onto his wounded and empty shoulder as blood gurgled out of the injury and snapped his fingers.

As soon as the sound fell, an arrow of smouldering flames manifested on his fingertips. With a flick of his finger, the ten-tailed fox shot it towards the dragon.

The arrow spun, piercing through the air with a whistle as it hit the writhing male square on his chest. And before he could so much as react, the voracious flames burst out and spread all over his body.

Instantly devouring him before he could even let out a single sound.

The ten-tailed fox watched — with great interest — the entire process while ignoring the Clan Leader of dragons who he had specifically come for.

Mortal fragility and pain would never cease to amaze him, would it? Fragile bones, rattling emotions, weaknesses, pain; it all was so satisfying.

The ten-tailed fox tore his eyes off the dragon who was being devoured by his flames and let out a snort, his lips curling upwards into a cold smirk as he turned his head to look in front of himself.

The Clan Leader of dragons sat on his throne, all high and mighty, just poised as the day the fallen deity had been sealed.

It was infuriating.

His hands on the armrests, body clad in luxury entirely out of place with the destruction of the place around them, smoke blurred his figure, shadow looming over those down below. Long hair cascading down his chest like the black ink used to write history long forgotten, adorned in radiant gold and silver.