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Ri couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, "HAHAHAHAHA!"

She wiped the tears from her face, clenching her stomach with her free arm. But, the geniuses didn't take this too well.

"It only makes sense for a human to come here with such an ugly girl," sneered Ores, "I've seen you two together before. You must have settled for fucking a sow, it's about what you deserve."

Dyon's expression suddenly darkened, a not so subtle violent aura wafting out from his body like an endless torrent.

BANG!

However, there was no time to react, even for Dyon. A graceful figure fell from the terrace, crushing the table the male geniuses sat at.

Dyon looked at her elegant back. Her hair fluttered in the air, a layer of ice lowered the temperature drastically as a sword pressed against Ores' throat.

Ri's hair seemed to have a life of its own, fluttering about with an ethereal majesty that sprinkled a delicate fragrance throughout the air.