Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1393: Meeting the Primordials

———【Holy Sword】

———【skill】

———【blessing】

As a brave summoned to another world, Shien is basically invincible.

The goddess told him: “You are the one who is most likely to defeat the devil.”

The princess told him: “I have never seen a foul man like you.”

Even his teammates said: “How about you go to build a country?”

Unfortunately, Shien is so determined to walk his own path.

“I want to be an adventurer, fight monsters without risk and upgrade, and then sneak to defeat the Demon King after i have achieved the max level, and hide my merit and fame.”

However, the Demon King does not necessarily have to be defeated, in fact, it can also be…

Wei Ji never dreamed of immortality or ruling the heavens or having the greatest strength. All he wanted was a sect he could call family — a mark he could leave in this world of Immortals before he dies.But no matter how hard he fought, no matter how many sects he built or rebuilt, the Celestial Demon Empress always came. No matter how high his sects rose, she found them… and burned them to ash. Even at his peak, Wei Ji could not last even a second against the newly appointed general under her command.On the edge of despair, he casts his soul into the river of time, hoping to return to Earth and escape it all.But fate is cruel. He awakens five thousand years in the past — in the mortal world of the Celestial Demon Empress.And the cruelest twist?The woman destined to become the Celestial Demon Empress… is now his wife.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?