Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 664: Dada! Fight!

Han Jingxi sat high on the beams, his tiny feet dangling, silver hair glowing like moonlight. He swung his legs playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Peng Xiu’s bloodshot gaze locked onto him, and Xiang Yu called out, "Xi Xi."

Han Jingxi pouted his lips dramatically. Suddenly, Peng Xiu collapsed with a loud thud, as if struck by an invisible force. Her body hit the floor with bone-jarring impact, blood now dripping from her nose and mouth.

Demon King Mo Wang of the South rushed to her side, helping her up with a sneer. "As expected of a half-breed mongrel. You have no respect for our customs." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Before Xiang Yu could respond, a force slammed into Mo Wang’s chest, sending him staggering back, gasping for air. Han Jingxi’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t tolerate disrespect toward his father. He threw punches first and asked questions never.

Han Xin, watching proudly, made a mental note to reward his son with another piece of candy.

Mo Wang, humiliated, lunged forward again only to be cracked against the wall by a whip of demonic energy. The stone fractured around him.

Han Jingxi giggled, clapping his hands. He loved watching his dad hit people. Xiang Yu’s voice rang out, cold and commanding. "Enough. If it’s a challenge you want, go to the arena."

He wasn’t naïve. Peng Xiu’s boldness reeked of hidden schemes. Han Xin scooped up Han Jingxi, kissing his cheek. "Good boy." Jingxi beamed, hugging his dad tightly, his sweet smile lighting up the hall.

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The sky above the northern demon realm writhed with violet storms, each bolt of lightning slicing through the heavens like divine fury. Thunder rolled across the jagged spires that loomed around the obsidian arena, casting eerie shadows that danced like specters.

The arena itself pulsed with ancient malice, carved from frozen bone and black stone, its walls inscribed with the names of demons long devoured by blood rites and honor duels. The air was thick, choking with sulfur, tension, and the electric promise of violence.

The stands overflowed with creatures of nightmare and nobility alike. Winged demons flared their leathery appendages, horned beasts snarled with anticipation, and shadow-cloaked nobles leaned forward, their jeweled eyes gleaming with hunger for spectacle. Roars echoed like cannon fire, shaking the very marrow of the realm.

At the edge of the viewing platform, Han Xin stood tall, cradling Han Jingxi against his chest. The child’s wide eyes shimmered with reflected flame, his tiny fingers gripping his father’s robes as he watched the arena with innocent awe.

Beside them, Lian stood like a statue, unreadable and poised. Mei clutched the hilt of her sword tightly her rage still burning after seeing Peng Xiu. Han Zhan’s expression was grim, carved from stone. And Little Bai, usually bubbly was pale, his voice barely a whisper.

"She looks fierce," he murmured, eyes locked on Peng Xiu as she stepped into the arena, her aura blazing like a cursed star.

The storm above roared louder, as if the heavens themselves leaned in to witness the clash of legends.

Peng Xiu stood alone in the center of the arena like a defiant specter. Her silver robes fluttered around her like torn banners caught in a cursed wind, each thread whispering of battles past. The blade strapped to her back gleamed ominously, its hilt etched with runes that pulsed faintly. Her hair, braided with bone charms, clinked softly with every subtle movement, a haunting lullaby of death.

Han Xin didn’t glance at her. His gaze was fixed on Xiang Yu, who emerged from the shadows like a storm given flesh. His armor shimmered with the scales of fallen gods, jagged and dark, each piece a testament to conquest. His eyes burned, not with fury, but with the cold promise of cruelty. He moved with the grace of a predator, every step echoing with divine menace.

"She already dug her grave," Han Xin said, his voice like frost as he reassured them. "The moment she stepped into this realm, she sealed her fate. Yu Yu will make her suffer a fate worse than death."

A hush fell over the crowd. The flame pillars around the arena roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the blood-stained floor. The ground trembled beneath them, ancient and hungry.

Far below, in the forgotten depths, the spirits of the damned stirred drawn to the scent of impending violence.

Xiang Yu stood tall in the center of the arena, his gaze locked onto Peng Xiu with a chilling intensity. The violet storms above churned violently, casting jagged bolts of lightning across his armor. His black and crimson robes billowed around him, and his hair ,half tied, half loose, flowed like ink in the wind. He looked like a divine executioner summoned to pass judgment.

Peng Xiu glared back, her silver robes torn and fluttering like battle-worn banners. Sparks crackled in the air between them, the tension thick enough to choke the breath from the crowd. Her voice rang out, raw and bitter. "You took everything from me! My realm, my future... my man!"

Xiang Yu sneered. "None of them ever belonged to you... Let’s finish this, so you can join your parents in eternal suffering."

"You think you can defeat me?" she spat. "Think again!"

Xiang Yu’s laugh was low and cruel. "Your overconfidence betrays you."

Peng Xiu didn’t understand what he meant neither did she care too. If only she had listened carefully she would have realised that Xiang Yu already knew all her plans. She lunged forward with a roar, only to be struck mid-step by a crackling whip of divine energy. Her body was hurled toward the stands, crashing into the ground and forming a crater of shattered stone.

The demons roared with laughter, some jeering as they shoved her broken form back into the ring.

Peng Xiu coughed, blood staining her lips. The pain was excruciating, but her obsession burned hotter. She activated her barely repaired demon core, knowing it might cripple her or kill her outright.

But she didn’t care.

If she couldn’t have Han Xin... if she couldn’t rule this realm...

She would burn it all to ash.

She lunged forward again, her demon core igniting with a violent surge of energy that rippled through the arena like a shockwave. The ground cracked beneath her feet as her power collided with Xiang Yu’s, raising a storm of dust and debris. Above, the sky churned with dark clouds, streaked with crimson lightning that flashed like the wrath of ancient gods.

Their demonic auras clashed, a maelstrom of shadow and flame, sending tremors through the arena. The crowd of demons roared with excitement, their bloodlust awakened by the spectacle. Peng Xiu twisted mid-air, narrowly evading the divine whip that cracked toward her with lethal precision. Its energy scorched the air, leaving a trail of crimson fire.

She darted closer, but Xiang Yu raised his hand with regal indifference. A wave of force slammed into her, hurling her into the side of the stands again with bone-crunching impact. Dust and stone exploded around her.

Bruised and bleeding, Peng Xiu glanced at Mo Wang. He nodded subtly.

With blood-stained teeth and fury in her eyes, she lunged again. Xiang Yu was ready.

But just then, a force of black shadows erupted from beyond the arena, slicing through the air toward Xiang Yu. He turned, eyes blazing, and dodged the attack with a graceful pivot.

In that instant, Peng Xiu vanished, her form flickering like a dying flame and reappeared behind Xiang Yu. Her blade, laced with cursed steel, drove into his abdomen.

Blood splattered across the arena floor. The crowd gasped.

Xiang Yu staggered, eyes wide, the pain sharp and real. Peng Xiu smiled through the blood. Thinking her plan had succeeded.

Han Xin’s fists trembled at his sides, his eyes blazing with fury as he watched the blade pierce Xiang Yu’s abdomen. Every instinct screamed at him to intervene, to tear Peng Xiu apart for daring to harm the man he loved. But he didn’t move. He knew Xiang Yu, knew the depth of his power, the precision of his restraint. This wasn’t recklessness. It was strategy.

All this time, Xiang Yu had been holding back, wielding only his demonic power. Peng Xiu, blinded by ambition and vengeance, thought she had found an opening. She thought she had a chance.

Han Jingxi, perched on Han Xin’s hip, bounced with excitement, his voice ringing through the tense silence. "Dada! Fight! Fight! Kill!"

Everyone: "..."

Welp, that was enough action for the little one today.