That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 599: "How dare you, Grand Lord Ottai!" Zaiper's voice dripped with outrage. "How dare you accuse me of such baseless filth without concrete evidence?!"

"And how dare you stand here and slander Daemonikai?!" Ottai roared, undeterred. "Knowing fully well that he could never, ever intentionally hurt Emeriel?!"

"He hides behind righteousness, but in truth, he is nothing more than a sick, twisted, insane male!" Zaiper's eyes flashed with the look of his beast, his pupils narrowing into yellow slits. "If there were an institution for the mad, he would be locked away in it for good!"

Vladya saw red. Leaping to his feet, his fist flew before he even realized it. The punch landed squarely on Zaiper's face, making a loud crunch sound as bone connected with bone. At the same time, Ottai shoved Zaiper hard, sending the grand lord stumbling back.

The court erupted in a storm of uproar.

High Lords dove from their seats, scrambling toward the podium to break up the fight. Servants bolted for the exits, fleeing with the speed of light. Zaiper roared and shifted. Bones cracked and elongated as his body transformed into his beast form.

Vladya didn't hesitate, and with a snarl of his own, he let his beast take over too.

They clashed and collided in a blur of claws, fists, and snarls.

The fight turned bloody and brutal.

Blood sprayed across the floor, staining it.

Knowing he only had seconds before the High Lords pulled them apart, Vladya aimed strategically… going for vulnerable spots.

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His claws raked across Zaiper's shoulder, tearing into hard muscles. Flesh split apart, and blood gushed in streams.

He drove his knee up and rammed it into his ribs. He didn't aim to kill, but he did aim to hurt… and hurt badly.

Zaiper wasn't holding back either, clawing at Vladya's arm, tearing through flesh. His fangs came dangerously close to Vladya's shoulder before Vladya shoved him off with a bone-jarring strike to his ribs.

The fight was vicious… but short-lived.

As always in the court, it was only a matter of time before a group of beasts intervened, and a sudden surge of bodies overwhelmed them both.

Several High Lords in beast form swarmed the podium, their massive claws gripping Vladya and Zaiper, tearing them apart.

Vladya struggled for a moment, his beast roaring in defiance, but the sheer number holding him down forced him to revert to his male form. Panting heavily, Vladya spat out a mouthful of blood. His lip throbbed, and he could already feel the ache of a bruise forming along his jaw.

Fighting in court was no minor offense, and he hadn't done this with Zaiper in ages.

Back then, Daemonikai was always there to step in, to throw them apart and bark orders until they cooled off. But not today.

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