Summary of the The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness
The punch connected clean and hard.
*Crack.*
He stumbled back, jaw working silently for a second before drawing attention to the swelling lump beneath it. His eyes welled then, not with weakness, but with a sudden, sharp sting of hurt pride – that familiar ache when your carefully constructed facade shatters just like his grin did milliseconds ago.
Her rebirth wasn't gentle; it was explosive. This new vessel held unparalleled cultivation talent, turning the tables completely. Remembering her previous brutal and unjust fate sent a cold spike through him, but then... this? She flexed her power now, commanding fire, water, ice, wind, thunder, and nature with effortless grace, each element responding like old friends.
Unrivalled sovereignty wasn't just an adjective for her; it felt baked into the reality of her presence. His gaze followed hers as she effortlessly crushed the Empress of the Heavenly Phoenix Nation – a stark contrast to who she used to be. It was a sight that made his heart pound with admiration, maybe even possessiveness.
Then came the news report from the Consort's camp: crushing another empress? He saw it as confirmation of her path towards vengeance and power.
A slow smirk played on his lips now; different from the earlier confident pose, this one held true satisfaction. The Empress was clearly formidable again – who could forget how she dealt with his face? "Alright," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur laced with undeniable pride. "That’s solid news." He paused, letting it sink in. Dispatching mere troops felt like child's play compared to the task ahead. One million warriors wouldn't just assist her; they'd be witness to someone backing her incredible strength – and he was more than happy to be that someone.
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