Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Han Xin’s old illness is back hehehehe

In his mind, the voice of the Divine Emperor resonated, calm and steady. "That’s one of the assassins sent to kill Han Xin."

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a smirk. "How many are there?"

"Two. They thought they could sneak up on him and claim the reward first."

"Good," Xiang Yu muttered, his clenched fist tightening his grip. "Then let Xin-ge’s wife give them their reward."

The Divine Emperor sighed before asking, "What reward is that?"

Xiang Yu’s smirk widened as he started to follow the figure, his steps deliberate and silent. "One ticket to hell."

The Divine Emperor fell silent for a moment before responding with a faint, amused exhale. "... Fair enough."

The night swallowed Xiang Yu as he moved, his determination unwavering. If anyone was going to threaten Han Xin, they would have to go through him first. This venerable one wasn’t known for being merciful.

The night was dark, the moon a sliver hidden behind heavy clouds. Xiang Yu moved like a shadow, his figure blending seamlessly into the blackness. Above him, perched on a rooftop, was the assassin.

The man was silent, a spectre in the night, his gaze fixed on Han Xin’s house. The lights were off, the windows dark, but the assassin waited, patient and calculating.

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a sinister smile, his blade flickering between his fingers like a deadly dance. He crept closer, his steps soundless, his presence undetectable. The assassin didn’t notice him, his focus entirely on the house below.

In one swift, inhumanly fast motion, Xiang Yu was behind him. The blade, cold and sharp, slid into the assassin’s throat with a sickening ease.

Blood bubbled up, a dark river spilling down the man’s chest. Xiang Yu twisted the blade, his smile widening, twisted and eerie, like a vengeful ghost.

"You shouldn’t have been too eager," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice low and chilling. The assassin’s gurgling sounds were the only reply. With a casual kick, Xiang Yu sent the man tumbling off the roof. The body hit the ground with a dull thud, a sound swallowed by the night.

Xiang Yu stood on the edge of the roof, his hand slick with blood, droplets falling onto the tiles below. His eyes scanned the darkness, sharp and unrelenting. "Where’s the other one?" he asked, his tone cold.

The Divine Emperor’s voice echoed in his mind, calm and clear, giving him a location and a warning, "You better hurry."

Xiang Yu didn’t need encouragement. His speed was inhuman, his movements a blur as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, his hand on his side itching to spill some more blood. He spotted the second assassin just as the man raised his weapon, his finger already on the trigger.

Xiang Yu kicked the lifeless body off the roof, sending it tumbling into the shadows below. The thud echoed faintly, swallowed by the night. He stood there for a moment, chest still heaving, his expression unreadable except for the faint glint of satisfaction in his eyes. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}