Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Peng Xiu’s end

Inside his mind, Xiang Yu could practically hear the Divine Emperor screaming in protest. In his mind he said, "I am ignoring you."

Just like Lian and Mei predicted the Divine Emperor’s voice trailed off, muttering things like, "You vixen," and "Oh, my innocent son, you ruined him."

Han Xin noticed the shift in Xiang Yu’s expression, concern etching his features. He leaned in, rubbing Xiang Yu’s cheek with the tip of his nose. "What is wrong?" His warm breath brushed against Xiang Yu’s skin, sending tingles racing through him.

"It’s nothing," Xiang Yu replied, forcing a light tone. "I thought I heard a fly buzzing." He leaned in, capturing Han Xin’s lips in a soft kiss. "A very annoying fly."

The Divine Emperor, "???"

Han Xin’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What fly?" he asked, his hand sliding down Xiang Yu’s waist and lower back. "Is it gone?"

"Yeah," Xiang Yu breathed, and their lips met again, the two figures entwined against the backdrop of the beautiful sky.

When they finally parted, both were breathless, panting softly. Han Xin looked into Xiang Yu’s eyes, a question lingering in the air. "Are you ready?"

A smile curled at the corner of Xiang Yu’s lips. "Yes, I am ready."

Ready for what exactly? Ready for Xiang Yu’s new favourite activity which was ending Peng Xiu’s reign of terror in every world. Last time, Xiang Yu thought he had gone easy on her. This time, he was determined to take his time.

With a gentle kiss on Han Xin’s lips, he said, "Let’s go."

A few minutes later, Xiang Yu stood in the dim light of the room glaring at Peng Xiu. He had called upon Old Song for assistance, knowing that his revenge on Peng Xiu required a meticulous touch. As he and Han Xin entered the room, the sight before them pleased Xiang Yu.

Peng Xiu was reclined in a chair, leather straps binding her limbs. Her face, once striking, was now swollen and bruised, the remnants of her beauty stripped away. She shivered, her clothes torn, exposing the marks of her recent torment. A gag stifled her muffled cries, and she writhed like a trapped animal, desperate to escape her fate.

Xiang Yu took a step forward, but Han Xin’s hand clasped his wrist, pulling him back gently. "You don’t have to do it yourself," Han Xin said softly, his thumb rubbing the back of Xiang Yu’s hand, offering comfort.

"It has to be me," Xiang Yu replied, his voice steady with determination. "I want her to pay for what she did."

Han Xin didn’t press further. He understood that Xiang Yu’s hatred for Peng Xiu ran deeper than mere betrayal or jealousy. It felt personal as if she had taken something irreplaceable from him, something akin to the loss of family. "Alright," he finally said, releasing Xiang Yu’s hand.