Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Retribution

The Imperial Lord’s sneer deepened. "I am still your father," he said, his voice laced with a warning. "You will speak to me with respect."

Xiang Yu’s response was swift and brutal. Without warning, he lashed out with the whip concealed beneath his gear. The Imperial Lord caught off guard, managed to dodge, but not before the whip grazed his cheek, leaving a stinging welt. The Imperial Lord’s eyes widened in shock and fury. He hadn’t expected his son to attack him, not now, not ever.

Xiang Yu’s plasma whip left a searing burn mark on the Imperial Lord’s cheek. The Imperial Lord’s head snapped around, his face contorted with rage. He touched the injured area, his fingers trembling slightly. His eyes, now burning with a murderous light, locked onto Xiang Yu.

He gritted his teeth, unleashing an overwhelming wave of pressure, the raw power of a high-ranking Alpha crashing down on Xiang Yu. It felt like a physical weight, a crushing force pressing him towards the ground, demanding submission. Blood trickled from Xiang Yu’s nose as he fought against the oppressive power, his own will refusing to break.

"This is why you should have never let that Alpha mark you," the Imperial Lord snarled, taking a menacing step forward. "I made you strong, powerful. I ensured that no one would look down on you and that you could take the throne without issue.

And you squandered it! For what?" His voice dripped with contempt. "Look at you now. Weak. Pathetic... I handed you everything on a silver platter, and what did you do? You wasted it on someone who would throw you under the bus given the opportunity."

Xiang Yu refused to let his father’s venomous words poison his mind. He focused, channelling his inner strength, tapping into the dark power of his demon blood. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he pushed back against the Imperial Lord’s oppressive aura.

He lashed out again with his whip, this time wrapping it around a heavy desk, then with a powerful heave, he sent the desk hurtling towards the Imperial Lord.

The Imperial Lord smashed the desk to pieces with a single blow, sending papers and trinkets flying. Xiang Yu cracked his whip once more, but the Imperial Lord, anticipating the attack, grabbed the whip mid-air, the plasma burning his palm, but he didn’t flinch.

With a sudden, violent yank, he pulled Xiang Yu forward, almost causing him to trip. Xiang Yu reacted instantly, drawing his plasma gun and firing. The Imperial Lord released the whip and dodged the blast, the sudden release causing Xiang Yu to stumble back a step.

Seizing the opportunity, the Imperial Lord swung his hand, the force of the blow sending Xiang Yu crashing into the wall. Xiang Yu, despite the pain, rose to his feet, a sneer twisting his lips.

The atmosphere in the imperial study crackled with tension as the two figures faced each other, the ornate walls adorned with ancestral paintings witnessing the culmination of anger and betrayal.