Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Revenge

The emperor’s brow furrowed in confusion. What did Han Xin mean by that? Han Xin’s gaze dropped briefly to the ring on his finger before he continued, "Unlike that traitor Xiang, I know all your secrets."

He fell silent for a moment, allowing the implications to settle in. "I am also pretty sure you are familiar with Project Midnight Phoenix."

At the mention of the project, Emperor Xandr’s beard trembled with rage. "That is a myth!" he shot back, but Han Xin’s fierce glare shot back at him like a bolt of lightning.

"Is it?" Han Xin challenged, his aura shifting as he leaned forward. The intensity in his eyes sliced through the air, drawing Xandr’s unease into the spotlight.

The emperor’s bravado faltered, and he realized Han Xin was serious. The named project had been a constant thorn in the Federation’s side, an unsettling secret that loomed over them like a storm cloud. The weight of its implications pressed down, sending a chill through the chamber.

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Han Xin stood resolute, unwavering, the weight of the confrontation settling in. He could sense that Xandr knew the stakes were higher than just a petty grudge. This was about power, loyalty, and the fragile peace between their factions.

Deep within the bowels of the Imperial Capital and the key planets of the Federation lay hidden explosives, dormant and silent. These devices were the culmination of years of covert operations and meticulous planning, designed to restrain the Federation at a moment’s notice. For years, rumours had swirled around the existence of these bombs, dismissed by many as mere scare tactics to enforce submission.

The outbreak of war had only intensified these suspicions, especially after the Han family bloodline faced extinction. With the perceived end of their legacy, the ancient secret had been buried with them, leaving Imperial Lord Xiang unaware of the deadly arsenal the Republic held.

Even if the rumours were true, would the Imperial Lord of the Republic truly resort to such measures? The late Imperial Han, known for his moral compass, would not. But Han Xin was a different story entirely.

"Why would you?" Emperor Xandr challenged, scepticism colouring his tone.

Han Xin sneered his face a mask of defiance. "You don’t know me."

"Fine, fine," Xandr relented, a note of resignation creeping into his voice. "I will abide by the initial treaty. Just keep your word."

"I will keep my word," Han Xin replied, his voice steady but fierce. "As long as you keep your brats away from my wife."

Emperor Xandr’s brow furrowed. Who the hell is going after your wife? He thought, but the call cut off before he could voice his frustration.

Staring at the blank screen, the emperor was left in confusion. He couldn’t fathom why Han Xin would make such a claim. His sons and daughters had their pick of beautiful and handsome suitors in the galaxy so why would they be interested in this so-called wife of his? The very idea struck him as ridiculous.

As the silence settled heavily around him, Emperor Xandr leaned back on his ornate throne, his mind racing. The weight of Han Xin’s words hung in the air.

Xiang Yu walked purposefully towards the elevator in the warship, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. As he stepped inside, Lian and Mei appeared out of nowhere, their energy buzzing like static in the air.

"Master, we will be your backup!" Mei declared, her eyes shining with determination.

"Yeah, in case that bitch tries anything," Lian added, her tone brimming with defiance.

Xiang Yu couldn’t help but smile slightly at their enthusiasm. "How should we end her this time?" he asked, curious.

Lian raised her hand eagerly. "Let’s skin her!"