Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Taking a shower together

Xiang Yu chose not to go to Han Xin’s cabin. That’s because he didn’t want to sully Han Xin’s pristine space with Peng Xiu’s blood. Instead, he walked to the cabin next door.

He made his way to the mini bar, grabbing a crystal glass. His blood-stained fingers left red fingerprints as he lifted it, a stark reminder of the violence that had just unfolded.

Biting the cork off a bottle, he poured the amber liquid into the glass, its richness glinting under the dim light. With his palm against the counter for support, he downed the entire shot in one go, the burn of the strong liquor igniting a fire in his throat.

An eerie smile stretched across his lips as he stared blankly into space, the world around him fading away. His thoughts turned inward. All he ever wanted was for his blood relatives to love him.

He had once hoped his mother would embrace him, but instead, she had tried to kill him when he thwarted her plans to marry into a wealthy family. From the moment he was born, she despised him.

His father had been no different; he had also wanted him dead. And then there was Peng Xiu. When they finally met she had tried to kill him and would have succeeded if it weren’t for the Divine Emperor.

He felt nothing for them. He felt no love, no remorse for all of them. He would gladly slaughter Peng Xiu repeatedly, without hesitation, if it meant freeing himself from the weight of their bloodline.

Pouring another glass, he drank it down, savoring the warmth spreading through him. His only regret was that his father would never witness him kill his favorite child.

Xiang Yu turned to the mirrored cupboard door, staring at his reflection. He resembled an evil entity, satisfied after a bloody bath, with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

The weight of his choices settled heavily on him, but it was a burden he had long since learned to bear. There was a certain power in this darkness, a clarity he found only in blood.

His fingers began to peel off his blood-soaked clothes, starting with the top button of his jacket. The fabric, once sleek and black, was now stiff and crimson, the blood having seeped deep into the material.

With a slow, measured motion, he unzipped the jacket, the sound of the metal teeth separating echoing softly in the quiet cabin. As the jacket parted, it revealed his chest and abs, smeared with dark stains that contrasted sharply against his pale skin.

His muscles were taut and defined, a far cry from the softness typically associated with omegas. He glanced around the cabin, his sharp eyes scanning for a laundry chute but it wasn’t there. He took one last sip of the alcohol in his glass, the burn of it soothing.

He set the glass down with a quiet clink, the sound breaking the silence like a whisper. His bare feet padded silently across the floor as he made his way into the bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin.