Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Like a sack of potatoes

The word beauty was like a trigger. Han Xin’s glare shifted with lethal intent towards the shop owner, silence wrapping around them instantly. The shop owner shrank back, words dying on his lips as he retreated into the shadows of his own astonishment.

With a grunt of frustration, Han Zhan released the man, allowing him to sputter free, gasping for air, his face slick with liquid. He sputtered, soup dripping off his chin, the salty scent mingling with the sharp edge of fear that hung palpably in the air.

"Y-you don’t need to be so rough," the one-armed man gasped, wiping his face as he sat up, eyes darting between the two men. The adrenaline-riddled encounter hung heavy like an unspoken challenge in the air, as the man, drenched in soup, finally caught sight of the floating image of Xiang Yu again.

"L-look, I know where he is," he finally stammered, the fight draining from his tone. "Just... just just compensate me? There there is a bounty right? How about you give me ten no no five per cent? That’s not too much to ask right?"

His voice trembled as his earlier bravado crumbled, and in the weighty silence, he sat captive in the eyes of two men who were determined to find Xiang Yu.

Han Zhan’s lip curled in a sneer as he leaned in closer, the intensity of his gaze pinning the one-armed man in place. "How about if it costs you your life?" he spat, venom dripping from his words.

The man’s eyes widened in fear, shaking his head violently, realizing the dire situation he was in. "No! No, please! He is at the arena!" he blurted out, his voice cracking under the weight of dread.

Han Xin’s heart surged, a wild rhythm quickening in his chest at the confirmation that this man held the answer he had been desperately seeking. "Show us," he demanded, his tone almost trembling as the rush of anticipation and adrenaline coursed through him.

The one-armed man flinched under the intensity of Han Xin’s mental power, his body cowering instinctively. Han Zhan swiftly grabbed the man, hoisting him to his feet with a forceful grip. "Lead the way," he commanded, his voice low and unyielding.

Nodding vigorously, the man began to shuffle forward, moving through the bustling market. As he walked, the crowd parted like water around the men and their unwilling guide, whispering and casting furtive glances filled with curiosity and malice.

"Are you not worried this will draw too much attention? Sirius will know where we are," Marshal Wu cautioned, his brow furrowed in concern as they trailed behind.

"The wastelands are too deserted and isolated from the rest of the federation," Han Zhan replied confidently. "They have neglected these three planets for decades, making it the perfect breeding ground for criminals. By the time he figures out we are here, we will be long gone."

"Good," Marshal Wu relented, though his eyes flicked to the people staring at them, their gazes sharp and greedy, hinting at a rising tension in the atmosphere.

They continued their journey, urgency threading through the air until they finally arrived at the arena. A cacophony of excitement and noise was resonating from within. The one-armed man pointed to a closed door, breathlessly declaring, "This—this is the entrance to the arena!"