Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 282: Peng Xiu’s end

Chapter 282: Peng Xiu’s end

Inside his mind, Xiang Yu could practically hear the Divine Emperor screaming in protest. In his mind he said, "I am ignoring you."

Just like Lian and Mei predicted the Divine Emperor’s voice trailed off, muttering things like, "You vixen," and "Oh, my innocent son, you ruined him."

Han Xin noticed the shift in Xiang Yu’s expression, concern etching his features. He leaned in, rubbing Xiang Yu’s cheek with the tip of his nose. "What is wrong?" His warm breath brushed against Xiang Yu’s skin, sending tingles racing through him.

"It’s nothing," Xiang Yu replied, forcing a light tone. "I thought I heard a fly buzzing." He leaned in, capturing Han Xin’s lips in a soft kiss. "A very annoying fly."

The Divine Emperor, "???"

Han Xin’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What fly?" he asked, his hand sliding down Xiang Yu’s waist and lower back. "Is it gone?"

"Yeah," Xiang Yu breathed, and their lips met again, the two figures entwined against the backdrop of the beautiful sky.

When they finally parted, both were breathless, panting softly. Han Xin looked into Xiang Yu’s eyes, a question lingering in the air. "Are you ready?"

A smile curled at the corner of Xiang Yu’s lips. "Yes, I am ready."

Ready for what exactly? Ready for Xiang Yu’s new favourite activity which was ending Peng Xiu’s reign of terror in every world. Last time, Xiang Yu thought he had gone easy on her. This time, he was determined to take his time.

With a gentle kiss on Han Xin’s lips, he said, "Let’s go."

A few minutes later, Xiang Yu stood in the dim light of the room glaring at Peng Xiu. He had called upon Old Song for assistance, knowing that his revenge on Peng Xiu required a meticulous touch. As he and Han Xin entered the room, the sight before them pleased Xiang Yu.

Peng Xiu was reclined in a chair, leather straps binding her limbs. Her face, once striking, was now swollen and bruised, the remnants of her beauty stripped away. She shivered, her clothes torn, exposing the marks of her recent torment. A gag stifled her muffled cries, and she writhed like a trapped animal, desperate to escape her fate.

Xiang Yu took a step forward, but Han Xin’s hand clasped his wrist, pulling him back gently. "You don’t have to do it yourself," Han Xin said softly, his thumb rubbing the back of Xiang Yu’s hand, offering comfort.

"It has to be me," Xiang Yu replied, his voice steady with determination. "I want her to pay for what she did."

Han Xin didn’t press further. He understood that Xiang Yu’s hatred for Peng Xiu ran deeper than mere betrayal or jealousy. It felt personal as if she had taken something irreplaceable from him, something akin to the loss of family. "Alright," he finally said, releasing Xiang Yu’s hand.

Xiang Yu walked toward Peng Xiu, each step heavy with intent. She noticed him, her eyes widening in panic. She shook violently in the chair, her muffled curses growing louder.

Xiang Yu pulled a stool closer and sat down beside her, his demeanour calm, almost serene. "You already know this ends today, so I will talk less," he said, his voice low and steady. He reached for the syringe on the small table littered with medical tools.

Flicking the syringe, he continued, "I would tell you to learn from this lesson and be a better person in your next life, but we both know you won’t."

Peng Xiu’s chest heaved as she glared at him, hatred burning in her bloodshot eyes. With a swift motion, Xiang Yu plunged the needle into her arm. "I will find you in every world and make you pay for what you did that night," he whispered, his words laced with a chilling promise.

Confusion washed over her face for a brief moment before agony consumed her. The contents of the syringe surged through her veins, igniting a fire that clawed at her insides.

Peng Xiu’s eyes widened in horror, her veins bulging on her neck and arms. Sweat dripped from her brow as she screamed, the sound muffled yet piercing. It was as if molten lava coursed through her, burning her from within. Xiang Yu sat beside her, calm and indifferent, her cries becoming a twisted melody to his ears.

Time stretched on, the room filled with the echoes of her torment. After more than half an hour, her screams began to fade, leaving her slumped in the chair, utterly depleted. Xiang Yu leaned closer, grasping her chin and lifting her head to meet his gaze. "You are not allowed to pass out," he said coldly. "You have to feel it... all of it."

Xiang Yu’s hands moved methodically as he took a vial from the small table, its glass cool against his fingers. He remembered Old Song’s instructions clearly. With practised ease, he pierced the vial and withdrew the syringe, the liquid inside swirling ominously.

He injected Peng Xiu again. Almost immediately, she gasped for air, confusion flooding her eyes as she returned to the waking world. Xiang Yu allowed her a moment to catch her breath, watching as she struggled to comprehend her surroundings. After a brief pause, he plunged back into the cycle of torment.

Her screams echoed through the room, sharp and piercing as if they could shake the very earth beneath them. Each cry was a testament to her agony, a sound that twisted in Xiang Yu’s chest. Xiang Yu repeated this process several times making sure she didnt die. At least not yet.

After two hours of this he was finally satisfied. Peng Xiu hung her head low like she was at her last breath. Her hair clung to her forehead, drenched in sweat, and her breath was weak and shallow.

Xiang Yu gripped her chin again, forcing her to look up. Her unfocused eyes glared defiantly at him, a flicker of fighting spirit still lingering. It reminded him of his father, a man who had once been strong but had been broken by his torment in that mirror. Xiang Yu’s smile turned sinister as he leaned closer. "I will see you on the other side," he whispered, the words heavy with meaning.

Han Xin’s brows furrowed, sensing the weight of Xiang Yu’s words. Though spoken softly, they struck a chord within him, igniting a momentary panic. What did he mean by the other side? Did Xiang Yu want to leave him like his mother did? Thoughts raced through Han Xin’s mind, but he held his tongue, not wanting to disturb him.

With a deliberate motion, Xiang Yu removed the cloth covering Peng Xiu’s mouth, revealing her face slick with sweat and drool. He readied the last injection, his resolve unshaken. As he pressed the needle into her arm, the person who looked like she was at death’s door was revived once more, her blood-curdling screams filling the air.

Xiang Yu stood, wiping his hands clean with a handkerchief as the chaos ensued. "I will kill you! I will kill you, you fucking bastard!" Peng Xiu shrieked, her voice raw with fury.

Ignoring her cries, Xiang Yu walked toward the door, his expression unaffected. Han Xin followed closely behind, casting a final glance at Peng Xiu before closing the door with a quiet click.

Turning to Han Xin, Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a teasing smirk. "I heard Peng Xiu had a body pillow of you."

Han Xin blinked, momentarily speechless. "What...?" he stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected comment. The tension of the previous moments slipped, replaced by a bewildered confusion.