Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: A Hard ending to a fight

Han Xin struggled with a mix of confusion and anger, unsure if the raging emotion was directed at Xiang Yu or himself. How could he find both irritation and a strange sense of attraction in the midst of what was supposed to be a confrontation?

His anger surged like a tempest, hot and overwhelming. With a fierce shove, he pushed Xiang Yu off him, the irony of Xiang Yu’s earlier taunt about using words, not hands, igniting his frustration even further. He couldn’t shake the bitter feeling that lingered. This was the man who had replaced his bride and married him only to try and assassinate him.

Xiang Yu hit the ground with a loud thud, pain shooting through him. It felt like he had broken his butt, and he bit back a yelp. As anger bubbled inside him, he vowed silently to make Han Xin pay for this... someday, when Han Xin fell in love with him. The thought motivated him and he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

"You want to fight?" he challenged, climbing to his feet. "Then let’s fight. You can vent it all out of your system."

With a fierce determination, he lunged forward, and suddenly the room transformed into a battlefield. Shattered porcelain from a nearby vase crunched beneath their feet and overturned furniture added to the chaos. The air thickened with tension, the scent of conflict rising around them.

Han Xin stood tall, chest heaving with rage, eyes blazing like embers ready to ignite. He felt powerful, untouchable. On the other hand, Xiang Yu, formidable as always, found himself backed against the cold, unyielding wall, his strength weakening under Han Xin’s relentless assault.

"Regret it now?" Han Xin growled, his voice low and dripping with venom. The words hung in the air, charged with threat. Clenching his fists, the veins in his arms tightened like bowstrings ready to snap.

Xiang Yu, though pinned and slightly at a disadvantage, wore a defiant sneer. "No, in fact, I am not done so bring it on," he spat, voice steady amid the storm brewing around them.

The fury radiating from Han Xin was palpable, a relentless force that threatened to consume everything in its path. Yet, as he closed in, the intoxicating scent of Xiang Yu enveloped him. It was a faint, alluring aroma that struck him like a wave, disarming him for just a fleeting moment. For a heartbeat, confusion clouded his mind but Han Xin quickly dismissed it. He wouldn’t allow sentiment to weaken him.

Shaking off the haze, he resolved his focus, firm and unyielding. With a swift, calculated move, he seized Xiang Yu by the collar, shoving him back toward the door.

"Get out," he hissed, his voice cold and final, every word laced with unrestrained anger. "Don’t show your face here ever again, or I swear I will kill you."

Xiang Yu stumbled but quickly caught himself, frustration etched across his face like a storm cloud. This was the worst part about being in a new world. The fact that Han Xin didn’t remember him, gnawed at him, a heavyweight that felt unbearable.

He turned back, casting one last look at Han Xin, his eyes burning with a mixture of reluctance and anger, just before the door slammed shut in his face.

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by Han Xin’s laboured breathing. The remnants of their clash lay strewn around him. The overturned furniture and shards of porcelain glinting on the floor were a testament to the ferocity of their fight.

Yet now, in the stillness, a new kind of anger churned within Han Xin as he stared at the wall where he had pressed Xiang Yu moments before.

To his shock, he realized that he had felt a flash of desire then, something he had never experienced before. It surged through him, wild and fierce, igniting a fire that felt almost foreign. Translation, this man got hard, fiercely hard.