Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: I don’t keep useless people around me.

The imperial guards, loyal yet fearful, instinctively took a step back. Their hearts raced as dread pooled in their stomachs. They had believed the imperial lord to be a terrifying imposing figure.

But now, they realized, the crown prince was an even greater force of nature. Xiang Yu stood before them, a chilling tempest, his calm demeanour hiding a storm of rage.

A sneer curled Xiang Yu’s lips, sharp and mocking. "Who is supposed to stop me?" he queried his voice a low growl that reverberated through the hallway. "You?"

The guard flinched, shaken by the intensity radiating from Xiang Yu. At that moment, the reality of his fury churned the air like a brewing storm. He stood there, unyielding and unfathomable, a true embodiment of power that promised chaos. The resolve of the guards crumbled away, and an unspoken understanding swept through them like a cold wind.

"Follow me if you want, but don’t stand in my way," Xiang Yu commanded. His tone left no room for disobedience.

The guards shared a brief glance, recognising the futility of opposing their prince’s will. They bowed their heads submissively, knowing when to yield. With that, Xiang Yu strode onward, the ominous weight of his presence drawing all eyes upon him as he crossed the threshold toward the imperial palace.

He reached the imperial study, standing there for a moment as though waiting for something. Outside, the guards stationed by the door remained stern and resolute. When the doors slid open, the steward stepped out and bowed. "Please enter, your majesty is waiting for you."

Xiang Yu walked into the imperial study, where the atmosphere was tense and suffocating. The imperial lord, sat with his head slightly bowed, sipping from a steaming cup of tea, ignoring the presence of his son.

"Father," Xiang Yu said, attempting a respectful tone, but his words were cut short as the steaming cup came flying toward him. The hot liquid splashed against his skin, scalding him. He gritted his teeth against the pain and staggered, feeling a wave of humiliation.

Before he could regain his balance, a powerful shove sent him crashing half the distance across the study. The imperial lord, enveloped in an aura that felt devilish and commanding, walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps.

Xiang Yu struggled to get up, but his body met the wall with a loud thud. He winced, his vision blurring. Blood trickled down his face, but he clenched his fist, determination hardening his resolve.

The imperial lord approached, gripping Xiang Yu’s face with a fierce hand, forcing him to look up. "How dare you let that alpha mark you?" he demanded, voice low and menacing. "Who gave you the right?"

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a crazed smile that sent a shiver down the spine of his father. "I never chose this," he spat, eyes blazing with defiance. "I never chose to be an alpha." The air crackled between them, a silent war of wills.

The imperial lord struck Xiang Yu’s face with brutal force, the sensation explosive and immediate. Each blow left his skin swollen and bruised. "I am your father," the imperial lord spat, his voice deep and filled with fury. "I have every right to make you into anything I want."