Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 424: Defending Lian’s honour

Chapter 424: Defending Lian’s honour

Sirius arched his brow as one of his attendants handed him a glass of liquor. He walked over to her with slow, measured strides, his presence overpowering. "Business?" he said, voice dripping with disdain. "I never do business with the scum of the Republic."

"Not even my half-brother?" Peng Xiu retorted, sneering.

Sirius snorted, taking a sip of his drink before sitting down. He placed the glass on the table and turned it slightly, his fingers playing with the rim before he leaned back into the couch.

"You know you won’t win this war," Peng Xiu continued, her tone unwavering. "So, what is it exactly that you want? Whatever it is, I will get it for you."

A twisted smile curled on Sirius’s lips. "I might not win, but I will take the Republic down with me." He looked at her, eyes gleaming with a chilling determination. In that moment, Sirius embodied the very essence of the Grim Reaper.

Peng Xiu’s eyes gleamed with determination as she leaned forward. "I can give you my half-brother as part of the bargain, and we can establish a peace treaty."

Sirius’s lips twisted into a mocking smile. "You don’t have the power to do that."

"You underestimate the influence I have on Han Xin," Peng Xiu shot back.

Sirius chuckled, finding her audacity amusing. He slapped his thigh and said, "What influence... you are so delusional. That man sees right through you, especially when Yu Yu is around."

AN: Yes Delulu people know each other hahaha

Peng Xiu’s jaw clenched in rage, the words hitting her like a punch. This was her breaking point. The last person who suggested Han Xin didn’t care for her had faced her wrath, nearly losing their life in the process. She fought the overwhelming urge to kill Sirius and cut him down, summoning every ounce of restraint she had.

"That’s not the type of influence I am referring to," she said through gritted teeth. "I have something that would place him in the palm of my hand."

Sirius’s curiosity was piqued. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on her. "What might that be, Your Highness?"

Peng Xiu sneered a glint of defiance in her eyes. "Now, why would I tell you that and show my hand?"

Sirius leaned back, acknowledging her caution with a nod. "Fair," he said, taking a sip of his liquor. The liquid burned his throat, but the sensation was soothing in its own way.

"As a sign of goodwill let me tell you a secret... My brother is no longer in the imperial capital. He escaped," Peng Xiu revealed.

Sirius’s interest was piqued further, his stare intensifying. "He escaped a long time ago, and I am certain Han Xin is looking for him," she continued.

Sirius’s jaw clenched so tightly it seemed it might break. "Where is he?" he demanded.

Peng Xiu shrugged nonchalantly. "I don’t know. But if I find out anything, you will be the first to know."

Sirius gulped down the rest of his liquor, his head tilting back slightly as he absorbed the information. He had to find Xiang Yu first. Once he had him in his hands he would have the upper hand.

***

And where was the person they were talking about?

He was standing in the centre of a dusty, shabby arena, his gaze fixed on the imposing figure before him. The man was bald and muscular, with skin bronzed by the relentless sun.

His attire was a chaotic assemblage of scavenged leather, metal, and scraps

It was a suit of armour pieced together from the relics of a bygone world. Bandoliers crisscrossed his chest, each slot filled with ammunition for the rusted yet reliable weapons strapped to his body.

"Look at you," the man sneered, laughter rumbling from his chest. "You look like a fragile doll that I can snap with one hand."

The crowd, a ragtag assembly of wasteland survivors, erupted in mocking laughter. They wore mismatched clothes and brandished makeshift weapons, their derision filling the barren landscape.

"Are you lost, miss?" a voice hollered from the throng. "If you want, you can come home with me and become my wife."

Cackles and catcalls followed, but Xiang Yu remained unphased. A devilish smile plastered across his face, he sneered at the bald warrior. Out of sheer boredom, he had come to this city with Lian and Mei. While exploring, they stumbled upon the arena.

Who would have thought he would end up being part of the entertainment after this man insulted Lian and tried to take her home with him? Lian could handle her business, but it was Xiang Yu’s duty as her master to defend her honour.

With a sudden, electrifying movement, the bald warrior lunged forward, but Xiang Yu was faster. In a blur of motion, his leg swept up with unerring precision, delivering a devastating kick to the side of the man’s neck.

The impact was bone-crunching, sending the bald warrior crashing to the ground with such force that the earth trembled. Dust billowed into the air, obscuring the scene for a heartbeat.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd, their mockery choked into disbelief. The only sound was Mei yelling, "Yeah, Master!" and Lian shouting, "Rip his heart out!"

The people around them stood in shocked silence, unable to process the swift and brutal takedown. Xiang Yu stood tall, his presence commanding the respect and fear of the onlookers.

This was no fragile omega. They had witnessed the true power and precision of a high-ranking alpha. They should never have judged a book by its cover.

As the dust settled, the crowd’s initial shock turned into frenzied jeering. This was what they craved. They wanted to see blood, to witness people being torn limb from limb.

The bald warrior staggered to his feet, eyes burning with rage. He launched himself at Xiang Yu, a flurry of punches and strikes aimed to reclaim his dominance. But Xiang Yu was a phantom, evading each blow with graceful, supernatural agility. The man’s fists met only empty air, his frustration growing with every missed strike.

Xiang Yu’s counterattacks were swift and precise. With a series of fluid movements, he disarmed the bald warrior, dismantling his defences and leaving him vulnerable. The crowd’s cheers rose to a fever pitch as they witnessed the impossible. Lian and Mei yelled, "Finish him!"

Xiang Yu’s devilish smile grew wider. He wrapped his plasma whip around the man’s neck and flung him toward the wall. The impact formed a large dent, and the man coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could catch his breath, he was flung to the ground, hitting it hard several times. Xiang Yu toyed with him as though he were a rag doll. After smashing him against the ground and the wall multiple times, Xiang Yu finally let him go.

The man groaned on the ground, his limbs crooked and his body covered in blood and dust. Xiang Yu walked over, his strides slow and intimidating as the crowd jeered in a frenzy, begging for more. The bald warrior tried to get up, desperate to run, but could only manage to get on his knees, defeated and humiliated.