Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: The true king has returned

"Marshal Wu," Councilor Valerius’ voice cut through the air, amplified by the hall’s acoustics, "you have held this declaration for far too long. The Republic has chosen its path. Relinquish your claim and hand it over to the current Marshal. It is the will of the people."

Marshal Wu’s jaw tightened. He clenched his fist tighter determination etched across his face. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, surrender it. Not until Han Xin returned. Not until the rightful heir claimed his birthright.

"Speak, Marshal," another Councilor urged, the word echoed by several others. The pressure mounted. The Republic watched, their hopes and fears hanging in the balance. To refuse was to invite chaos, to be branded a traitor.

Marshal Wu met their gazes, his own unwavering. "I cannot," he said, his voice resonating with conviction. "I cannot hand over this declaration until the true heir to the crown, the son of the stars, ascends to his rightful place."

A wave of murmurs swept through the hall. The holographic screens reflected a mix of anger and support. Some condemned Marshal Wu’s defiance, while others championed his loyalty. The court erupted into chaos, voices rising in heated debate.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd near the main doors. The whispers died down, replaced by an unnerving silence. An oppressive aura, thick and suffocating, seeped into the hall, silencing even the most ardent debaters. All eyes turned towards the entrance.

A group of figures, cloaked and imposing, strode into the chamber. At their head walked a man whose presence commanded attention. He moved with an effortless grace, his face partially obscured by the shadows of his hood. But even in the dim light, the fire in his eyes burned with an undeniable intensity.

As the man drew closer, the murmurs ceased entirely. Recognition dawned on the faces of the councillors. A collective gasp rippled through the hall. The air crackled with a palpable energy.

The man stopped before them, throwing back his hood. Han Xin’s face, etched with determination and strength, was finally revealed. He stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the assembled court. Then, he released it.

The true pressure of the Imperial Lord, the weight of his birthright, the power that had lain dormant for so long, surged outwards. It was a force that compelled submission, a wave of pure authority that crashed over the court. Councillors trembled, some sinking to their knees.

The holographic displays flickered and died, unable to contain the raw power emanating from Han Xin. The silence in the hall was absolute, broken only by the heavy breathing of those struggling to withstand the force of his presence.

Han Xin’s dark eyes shone with a fierce blue light that was terrifying to look at. Feeling a throbbing headache, Han Xin restrained himself but the expression on his face remained fierce. The people present felt a great sense of relief wash over them as they returned to their seats.

It was inconceivable. The Republic’s collective jaw hung open. They had watched Xiang Yu treat Han Xin like a servant and witnessed nobles sneer and belittle him. And all this time... he was the rightful ruler? _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}