Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 153: Revenge

AN: This author is mentally exhausted. Only one Chapter today. I will make it up this week.

Xiang Yu licked his lips slightly, listening to the ministers’ complaints with an indifferent gaze, as if he were bored and couldn’t wait to get out of there with Han Xin. Han Xin was the reason he was here anyway. Xiang Wei, standing nearby, gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to go to war for his brother at a moment’s notice.

Just when the ruckus was at its peak, a dagger flew in Xiang Yu’s direction. Han Xin sensed the danger and was about to push Xiang Yu out of the way when he shifted with inhuman speed. The dagger struck the backrest of his chair, its hilt trembling from the impact. Xiang Yu pulled out the dagger, his eyes glinting with something sinister.

With a swift, powerful motion, he threw the dagger back. Before anyone could react, it struck a man clad in black hiding in the beams of the grand hall. The man fell to the ground by the emperor’s feet with a loud thud.

Chaos erupted in the grand hall. Someone shouted, "The Zhen people are attacking us!" But Xiang Yu knew this was none of his doing. Han Xin quickly took charge, instructing the guards to protect the emperor. Assassins appeared from all directions, some disguised as maidservants and eunuchs, drawing their daggers and attacking the palace guards.

Xiang Yu’s eyes scanned the room, and he spotted Peng Xiu smirking in the corner. The ministers ran towards the doors, only to find them blocked by more men clad in black. They were trapped.

Xiang Yu told his men not to interfere in the fight. This was none of their business. He watched the chaos unfold with a detached interest as if it were a show put on for his amusement. Peng Xiu shed her sheep’s clothing, revealing the viper she truly was. She grabbed a dagger and drove it into the princess born of the new empress who had been her mother’s rival. She was her father’s favourite daughter. The one he had high hopes for.

The princess gasped, blood seeping from her open mouth. The empress screamed as she saw her daughter being tossed down the small steps, her body rolling lifelessly. The emperor, who had initially thought the attack was orchestrated by Zhen country, now realised it was his own daughter behind the treachery. He was shocked, the realisation hitting him like a physical blow. She was a viper he had been keeping close to him all along just like her mother.

His men were outnumbered, and he couldn’t understand why his soldiers weren’t coming to back them up. What he didn’t know was that Peng Xiu had poisoned the water in the military stations all over the palace. She also had some palace guards in her pocket. As per her instruction, they had attacked their comrades before shutting the doors. Her initial plan was to attack Xiang Yu and his men and then be the hero, but who would have anticipated that Xiang Yu had really come in the name of peace and his treaty was so good that it didn’t make sense to pick a fight? The peace treaty was beneficial but Peng Xiu could give zero fucks. She changed her plan impromptu and decided to seize the throne. That way Han Xin would be forced to marry her.

Han Xin could have his men come to assist, but his regiment was strategically stationed at the wall, ready for the Zhen army, and couldn’t leave their post without risking accusations of siding with the enemy. Han Xin had instructed them to never leave their post, no matter what.

With no backup coming to save the emperor, he couldn’t help but glance at Xiang Yu, as though seeking his help. Xiang Yu sighed, his eyes flicking to Han Xin. He didn’t want Han Xin to get hurt, so he decided to intervene. Before Peng Xiu could reach the empress, Xiang Yu flung a vase at her. Peng Xiu halted, glaring at him like a ferocious beast.

She leapt up and attacked Xiang Yu, but this wasn’t the real world where she could easily subdue him. Xiang Yu blocked her attack with ease. When Lian and Mei moved to assist, Xiang Yu ordered, "Go help Han Xin," and told Xiang Wei to protect Baihe.

Xiang Wei sighed in frustration, feeling relegated to guarding the weakest link of the group.

"This is my fight," Xiang Yu said, spinning his curved daggers with a flourish.

Xiang Yu and Peng Xiu clashed in an intense battle that was long overdue. The grand hall echoed with the sound of their weapons meeting, a symphony of steel and fury. Peng Xiu’s movements were wild and desperate, her eyes blazing with hatred. Xiang Yu, on the other hand, was calm and calculated, his every move precise and deadly.

With a fierce cry, Peng Xiu lunged forward, her blade a streak of silver slicing through the air. Xiang Yu had anticipated her advance, but the force of her strike drove him backwards, grounding him into the cool marble floor with a jarring thud. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly arc of her sword as it split the space where he had just stood.

Peng Xiu’s eyes glittered with wild energy as she pressed her advantage, each swing of her sword punctuated by the sharp tang of iron. Xiang Yu parried, his daggers moving like whispers against her onslaught, though with each clash of steel, he felt the weight of his fury overshadowing his skill. He was fighting with all he had, but Peng Xiu’s strength and determination seemed insurmountable. With every hit that glanced off her blade, he felt like he was being cornered, but he refused to give in to her.

As the tide of battle appeared to turn against him, a primal roar resonated within his chest, a remembrance of the painful night when he almost lost everything. Suddenly fueled by a surge of vengeance, Xiang Yu launched himself forth, the daggers twirling in a deadly dance, and to Peng Xiu’s dismay, she soon found herself on the defensive.

With a burst of adrenaline, Xiang Yu connected one dagger against her forearm, forcing her to lose her grip on the sword, the weapon clattering away as it hit the floor with an ominous clatter. As Peng Xiu’s eyes widened in shock, she sprinted for the ornate doors, desperation marking each step. The cunning smile that twisted Xiang Yu’s lips was one of joy and dark fulfilment, as he had finally had his revenge. He was indulging in her downfall. He was eager to see the end of her reign.

He took off after her and Peng Xiu’s men emerged from the shadows forming a wall of swords and shields, eager to protect their master. Xiang Yu’s heart raced with fury. He still looked like a human, but with his demon blood surging within him, he was no different from a ferocious beast. Clenching his jaw, he surged forward, daggers flashing like comet trails on a dark sky.

The air vibrated with the clashing of metal, each strike and parry resonating through the hall as blood splattered like paint upon the ornate marble and wooden pillars. Xiang Yu’s movements became a bloody elegy, a visage from the underworld. He fought with an otherworldly intensity, wielding his daggers with devastating precision. The ground beneath him was soon a macabre canvas, painting his vengeance in shades of crimson as he swept through Peng Xiu’s men like grass beneath a scythe.

Finally breaking through, Xiang Yu chased after Peng Xiu who was now struggling to keep up. Her breath was ragged, her steps slower as she made her escape. Peng Xiu gritted her teeth, frustration flooding her with the realisation that she had yet again underestimated Xiang Yu, and now she was backed into a corner. Seeing him get closer and closer, she whistled in a last-ditch effort to save herself. The sharp, urgent sound sliced through the air, signalling unseen forces.

A dagger shot through the air, aimed once again at Xiang Yu, a predatory intent written deeply in its course. But Han Xin emerged out of thin air wielding his sword with a practiced grace and fierce expression. With a swift movement, he deflected the blade, sending it spiralling away harmlessly.

Xiang Yu’s expression shifted, the corner of his lips quirked upward in a disdainful smirk, revealing a bitter pleasure as he turned his attention back to Peng Xiu. Without hesitation, he flung one of his daggers toward her. The blade struck its mark, burying deeply into her leg. Peng Xiu’s body jolted under the sting, a cry of agony escaping her lips as she collapsed to the ground blood pooling down on the ground.

She scrambled to her feet, though each movement was agonising. A trail of blood followed behind her. She was desperate. She was so desperate to hold onto her power that now eluded her. But as she attempted to flee, another dagger found its way from Xiang Yu’s hand, thrusting brutally into her other foot, where it penetrated flesh like a swift curse. She rolled over, the world spinning as she hit the cold ground, the pulse of her heart matching the primal rhythm of her defeat.