Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Pair of potatoes discovered

The faint traces of the sweet substance the wolf craved hung in the air. Because the strong breeze was blowing the intoxicating and irresistible scent in all directions, the wolf was circling agitatedly. It was ensnared by its addiction and driven to madness. Xiang Yu adjusted his position his eyes never leaving the circling predator.

In a moment of inattentiveness, he stepped back, and with a snap, a twig snapped beneath his boot. He sucked a cold breath of air in annoyance. Ever since he came into this world and became a full mortal his vigilance had reduced drastically and his level of stealth almost nonexistent. He had completely lost the element of surprise.

The wolf’s head snapped toward him. It jumped off the boulder its hot breath spraying across Xiang Yu’s face. Malevolence danced in Xiang Yu’s eyes, his lips quirking into a crooked smile.

With a look of exhilaration in his eyes he lunged forward his sword slicing through the air. The wolf met him, fangs bared and drool dripping onto the dead leaves.

They grappled with an intense dance of death in the darkness. Xiang Yu’s muscles strained and his breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed his back against the rough boulder. The wolf, its eyes wild and saliva dripping from its snarling jaws, had him cornered. It snapped at him with its strong jaw, fueled by madness and rabid hunger.

Xiang Yu shifted away while trying to block the wolf from biting off his head when his back was pressed against a sharp shard sticking out of the boulder. He gritted his teeth in pain.

His sword trembled in his grip as he thrust it toward the beast. But his strength was a mere echo of what it was when he was the ruler of the northern demon realm.

The wolf, its eyes aflame with madness, clamped down on the blade, determined to wrest it from his grasp. But Xiang Yu held on until his knuckles turned white.

His other hand slid along the blade’s edge. Pain flared as he pressed the steel into the wolf’s jaw, tearing through flesh. The wolf’s blood dripped, mingling with Xiang Yu’s own.

The wolf, relentless as a rabid dog, pressed against him. Its hot breath sprayed across his face. He gritted his teeth against the pain while cursing Han Xin. He regretted the day he met that ugly bastard.

Despite the excruciating pain he was in, he wouldn’t yield. The pain became unbearable. With a surge of agony, its jaw slackened. Xiang Yu’s palm throbbed, but at what cost?

The wolf stumbled, and Xiang Yu seized the opportunity. He kicked the wolf roughly, sending it flying a few feet before lunging forward with a relentless attack.

Xiang Yu twisted away from the corner that he had been pushed into, narrowly avoiding the wolf’s snapping jaws. But he didn’t manage to get away unscathed. Its claws raked across his back, tearing through fabric and flesh. Pain flared, igniting a fire within him.

His anger surged and an unprecedented

primal force took hold of him. If one looked into his eyes they wouldn’t even be able to tell who was the beast and who wasn’t. His eyes locked onto his injured shoulder blade, blood seeping through the tear in his robe. He spun the blade in his hand and stood in a ready stance blood dripping down the blade of the sword.

The wolf lunged again and he met it with intense fury. Each strike was a battle of wills, steel against fang. His sword found its mark but the wolf that was relentless in its attacks kept getting up.

Xiang Yu’s response was swift but he missed the lightness of a dagger. The sword seemed heavy in his hand but he adapted easily.

He fought back fiercely blood dripping from his wounds, mingling with the dirt and sweat. His vision narrowed and he became a vessel of wrath like a demon straight from hell. The wolf followed, relentless, its eyes glazed with madness. And then, with a final, primal thrust, Xiang Yu drove his sword into the wolf’s heart.

The wolf crumpled, its breath escaping in a ragged sigh. Xiang Yu stood above it his chest heaving, body covered in blood.

His breaths came in ragged bursts as he plunged the blade into the wolf’s lifeless body repeatedly. Each strike was a release, an outlet for the fury that had consumed him.

He was angry because he was injured, he angry that he was feeling like crap all over and he could only endure it. He was also angry that he was stuck in this world with that bastard Han Xin.