Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 557

Chapter 557: I love you

Han Zhan removed Han Xin’s hand, glancing over at Kai Wang. "Is that all of them?" he demanded.

"I should be," Xiang Yu replied. He kicked the man on the ground, rolling him over. The assassin groaned in pain, blood oozing from a deep gash in his thigh.

"I thought they liked to commit suicide when caught," Xiang Yu mused aloud. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

Han Zhan scoffed, "He tried it, and I bashed his teeth in."

As the assassin looked up, despair turned to rage, and he spat out a torrent of curses aimed directly at Xiang Yu. Han Xin tensed, annoyance flashing through him.

He took a step forward, intent on silencing the man for good. But Xiang Yu held up his hand, urging him to stop.

Xiang Yu moved with measured steps, circling the man like a predator. He looked down at him with disdain, a sneer creeping onto his lips. "Do you know me?" he taunted, daring the man to respond.

The assassin spat again, blood and saliva splattering against Xiang Yu’s boots. Unfazed, Xiang Yu stepped back, his expression hardening.

"You are a fucking traitor," the assassin snarled, a last vestige of defiance showing in his eyes.

Xiang Yu crouched down, his demeanor shifting. He appeared fierce, a stark contrast to his earlier casualness. "How about you give me some useful information so I can make your death less painful?" he offered, his voice low and menacing.

The man, desperate and defiant, spat directly in Xiang Yu’s face. The mixture of saliva and blood landed with a sickening splat. Fury coursed through Han Xin, and the tension in the air thickened as the silence hung heavy around them.

Xiang Yu wiped the blood and saliva from his face with the back of his hand, a chilling smile curling at the corners of his lips. In an instant, that smile vanished.

His expression morphed into something fierce, like the grimace of a resentful ghost. The assassin, once brimming with defiance, felt his blood run cold. Fear flickered in his eyes, unmistakable and raw.

Xiang Yu seized a handful of the man’s hair, yanking it upward. The man cried out, pain surging through him as if his scalp was being ripped from his skull. Xiang Yu’s fists connected with his face, relentless and unforgiving. For a moment, the man who often smiled and laughed was gone. In his place stood the demon king, rage radiating from his every move.

Han Zhan and Kai Wang exchanged astonished glances, struggling to reconcile the fierce figure before them with the bubbly, easygoing Xiang Yu they knew.

It was Han Xin who stepped forward, sensing the danger in Xiang Yu’s fury. He placed a firm hand on his shoulder, urging him to stop.