Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Warning read with caution

The Demon King drank from a jewelled cup, his lips parting to reveal teeth as sharp as daggers. Demons moved forward presenting their gifts. One offered up a severed head of a righteous sect leader who offended the king, another offered gemstones pulsing with dark energy and the other a scroll inscribed with forbidden techniques. The king accepted them all, his gaze never leaving the concubine in his arms.

Xiang Yu was pushed forward and forced to move along with the queue. When it was his turn the female demon in front, her eyes sharp and assessing, gestured for his gift.

With a swift motion, Xiang Yu cut his palm and squeezed his hand into a fist. Blood dripped down to the marble floor and the air thickened. And the Demon King's attention shifted from his concubine towards Xiang Yu. He could sense his demonic aura in the young man's blood tainted with human blood. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"Father!" Xiang Yu's voice echoed through the court while holding his heart in his hands. He didn't dare breathe too loud his gaze never leaving his father.

The demon's reaction was as expected. He let out an evil, bone-chilling laugh reverberating off the black walls. Anger blazed in his eyes, and the demons around them trembled, sensing the impending storm.

The Demon King leaned forward, his throne creaking. "That bitch didn't get rid of you?... Where is she?" he demanded, the words dripping with venom. Xiang Yu's body froze as something sinister stirred in his blood.

His voice trembled as he uttered the words he had carried like a curse. "My mother... is dead."

The Demon King's laughter echoed through the court, a cruel symphony. "Dead?" he mocked. "Ah, what a tragedy. She was stunning."

Xiang Yu clenched his fists. He had hoped for anger, for remorse, but the king's eyes held only amusement. The truth was laid bare before him. The Demon King had never wanted to be a father to him. He even thought that Li Hua had long disposed of him. His longing for family, for connection, was a weakness and a joke.

"So why are you here? Did she send you my way?" asked the King the irritation in his voice unconcealed.

Xiang Yu bowed low, the cold floor biting into his knees. "I want to swear my servitude...," he whispered. "To you my lord."