Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Taking over the Imperial Palace

He strode over to Xiang Yu, who now looked dishevelled, his royal robes slightly torn, a trickle of blood running down his temple. The Imperial grasped the front of Xiang Yu’s tunic, hauling him to his feet. "Where is he?" he snarled, his voice thick with fury.

Xiang Yu, despite the pain and the humiliation, met his father’s gaze with unwavering defiance. "I don’t know," he retorted, his voice hoarse but steady. "Perhaps you should be asking me that question, Father."

The Imperial Lord’s rage intensified. He had already checked the palace security. There were no breaches, no unauthorized entries or exits. And, as Xiang Yu had claimed, there was no record of him leaving his main palace. Everything pointed to Han Xin still being within the supposedly impenetrable confines of his secret lab.

But Han Xin was gone. Which meant only one thing: someone had tampered with the system, someone with access and knowledge. And the Imperial Lord knew, with chilling certainty, who that someone was. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

"I know you helped him escape," the Imperial Lord hissed, his grip tightening on Xiang Yu’s collar. "Tell me where he is, or I will torture the information out of you."

Suddenly, a searing pain exploded in Xiang Yu’s mind. It felt like a thousand needles piercing his skull, a relentless, agonizing assault on his consciousness. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling, veins throbbing in his neck and forehead. But his fierce gaze never wavered. He stared back at his father, his eyes burning with a mixture of pain and defiance.

The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken threats and barely suppressed violence. Just then, the steward, still kneeling on the floor, received a message on his comm device. He trembled, his face turning ashen.

He looked up at the Imperial Lord, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and dread. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The message, whatever it contained, had clearly shaken him to his core.

Xiang Yu, his dishevelled appearance a stark contrast to the cold fury that still lingered in his eyes, slowly pulled his hair back, a grimace twisting his lips. He watched his father storm out of the room, the door slamming shut with a resounding boom. As soon as the sound faded, his communicator buzzed. He glanced at the screen. It was a message from the Marshal letting him know that they were acting now.

A slow, chilling smile spread across Xiang Yu’s face. It was a smile that spoke of dark intentions, of a long-awaited vengeance about to be unleashed. He looked like a sinister spectre, a ghost risen from the depths of pain and resentment, now hungry for retribution.

He turned and walked into his private study. Tapping a specific sequence on the wall, he revealed a hidden safe, concealed behind a seemingly innocuous panel. Inside, a mini armoury lay in the gleaming display. An array of weapons, from sleek pistols to lethal-looking blades, lined the walls.

Xiang Yu’s gaze swept over them, a predatory glint in his eyes. The time had come. It was time to repay the Imperial Lord for all the pain he had inflicted on Han Xin, to return every ounce of suffering tenfold. He had more than enough firepower at his disposal to make his father pay.