Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: That ugly b***rd

It felt like he was walking in circles, but his divine sense was immune to its trickery. Just as he was about to reach the girls, a suppressive aura washed over him making his hair stand on end. A great urge to conquer arose in him. He could resist the illusions of his parents but he couldn’t fight against this. His red eyes glowed intensely as he turned his heel towards the source of the aura. He was like a fierce tiger whose territory had been encroached upon by another.

In an instant, his figure vanished leaving behind the thick fog swirling restlessly. When he reappeared, he found himself in front of a white coffin on a stone platform partially concealed by the fog. It had strange sigils carved in gold drawing power from whatever was inside. It was being used as a battery to sustain the illusion and intrude into the minds of those unfortunate enough to stumble upon the fog. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

Xiang Yu’s hand tightened around the hilt of his whip. With a swift motion, he struck the lid, blowing it off the coffin. He stepped closer, his boots crunching on dry leaves scattered across the ground. The air was thick with tension as he flicked the dagger in his hand, ready to strike whoever lay inside. The lifelike fog seemed to hold its breath as Xiang Yu peered into the coffin. His eyes narrowed; his senses vigilant.

The second he lay his eyes on the person in the coffin they widened having recognized that stupid bastard. The face before him was unmistakable. "You ugly bastard!" he snarled, his blade aiming straight for the man’s chest. The man who was by all means far from the word ugly, lay helpless with a pale complexion, clearly in a coma.

This man had beaten him so badly that till this day, he was so embarrassed. He didn’t even tell the twins the truth about how he lost the jade pendant. He would rather say he got robbed while asleep than tell them that he was toyed with like a rag doll before that stupid Lu Se took advantage and took him back to the northern demon realm.

He was wrong when he said the universe had beef with him. The universe was so generous that it dropped his nemesis on a silver platter with the only thing missing being an apple in his mouth like a roasted pig. His eyes burned with resentment as he shamelessly took the chance for vengeance.

Just as he was about to plunge the dagger into the man’s heart, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. The smile on his face froze his brows furrowed. Before he could free himself, he was yanked forward with more than half his torso inside the coffin. His legs flared in the air as he cursed to the high heavens. He took it back. The universe had something against him. He struggled to loosen the man’s grip but to his shock, he found himself powerless, as weak as a normal human. He gritted his teeth, demanding, "Let me go, you sick bastard!" But the man remained unconscious, his grip unyielding.

"Ah shit!" he cursed when he felt a warm sensation streaming into his spiritual veins from where his wrist was held. He knew the power was harmless to him, but an instinctive dread filled him. He had a strong urge to reject whatever was entering his body. He fought fiercely, but it was as if he were a weak damsel being forcibly taken away.