Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Han Han is here for his bride hahahaha

Xiang Yu stood tall, the plasma whip swirling in his hand, a conqueror in a battlefield of chaos. "Who is the fucking pest now?" he shouted, his voice echoing triumphantly as he prepared for what he knew would be Valtor’s inevitable comeback. The thrill of battle coursed through him like he was in his element.

As the dust settled in the arena, Valtor groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson droplets splattering on the ground like forgotten promises of glory. He grimaced as he pushed himself off the ground, each movement a test of both will and pain. _{freёwebnovel.com}

His eyes, wild with rage and determination, locked onto Xiang Yu, the initial shock of his defeat morphing into a primal growl that reverberated through the air.

Xiang Yu stood poised, a sinister smile curling his lips, confident in his victory yet aware that Valtor was far from done. He could sense the surge of rage and adrenaline pulsing from the massive warrior.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the plasma whip, tendrils of bright energy crackling and flashing in the dim arena light. The hissing sound it emitted sent a thrill through the crowd.

"Come on then, let’s see what you’ve got left," Xiang Yu taunted, his tone a blend of mockery and challenge.

Valtor charged at him, an unstoppable force fueled by pure fury, but as he closed the distance, Xiang Yu’s whip sliced through the air, a fiery arc aimed straight at Valtor’s chest.

The moment it made contact, the searing plasma hissed against the flesh, a red-hot line of agony that left the warrior staggering backwards with a roar, his skin blistering from the force of the strike.

He was thrown like a ragdoll across the arena, his body crashing against the wall with a bone-rattling impact. The spectators erupted, their cheers a swelling tide of jubilation as they witnessed his Pain Fury. A massive dent formed in the wall, the very structure groaning under the weight of Valtor’s mighty frame.

With calm confidence, Xiang Yu began to walk forward, each step measured and deliberate, eyes fixed on Valtor, who lay momentarily dazed on the ground. "Get up, champion of the wastelands," he called, feigning impatience as he savoured the moment of dominance. "You are making this too easy."

Valtor shook his head, trying to clear the haze clouding his vision. Everything around him bled into distortion with Xiang Yu appearing in doubles, the image flickering. With a guttural roar, he pushed himself up, determination reinstated, though his impaired vision played cruel tricks on him.

"Come on! Show me what you have got!" Xiang Yu shouted, his voice dripping with derision.