Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 453: He is an omega

He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips, and collapsed. His mech gave one last shudder before the systems went dark. Dust erupted around him as his defeated form sank into the ground, leaving only the remnants of his ambitious spirit.

With a heavy heart, Sirius’s mech retracted into interspatial storage, leaving him sprawled in the dirt. He lay there, laughing menacingly, the sound of a guttural mix of pain and defiance that echoed across the battlefield.

Han Xin disengaged Zeus, retracting it into its storage as well. He stepped forward, the dust swirling around his legs, and looked down at the fallen opponent. "I will contact your father about the peace treaty," he said coldly, his voice steady.

Sirius’s laughter faded into a pained cough, but his eyes gleamed with a defiance that would not be extinguished.

Han Xin turned, his boots thudding softly against the metal floor as he walked away from the wreckage of their confrontation. Behind him, Sirius lay sprawled on the ground, pain evident in his expression. But as Han Xin moved further, something caught Sirius’s attention. It was a familiar scent threading through the air, sweet and intoxicating.

Sirius inhaled deeply, curiosity piquing within him. It was a floral scent, one he had encountered before. He recalled a time, not long ago, when he had asked his half-sister, Selene, about an omega she had been spending time with. The floral notes now lingered around Han Xin.

"Wait," Sirius called out, his voice strained. Blood stained his mouth, but the intrigue surged through the pain. "Whose pheromone is that?"

Han Xin paused, turning just enough for Sirius to catch the sharpness in his gaze. It was ice-cold, a reflection of the storm brewing within him. "Who else," Han Xin replied, his tone as flat as the space surrounding them.

Sirius’s eyes narrowed. "He is an omega." The declaration hung in the air, laced with disbelief.

But Han Xin remained silent his rage on the verge of erupting. Each word felt like a step further toward violence, and it took every ounce of restraint for Han Xin not to lash out at the man who had already pushed him too far. Instead, he turned to leave once more.

As he moved away, Han Xin’s heart quickened. In the distance, he spotted Xiang Yu standing beside a sleek spacecraft, the outline of his form a beacon of comfort against the harshness of their surroundings. Han Xin quickened his stride, urgency propelling him forward.

From the ground, Sirius observed the scene, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. The pain in his abdomen shot through him, a reminder of his defeat. It stung more than the physical ache. "Who would have thought I was beaten by an omega," he muttered to himself, a mix of disbelief and disdain bubbling within.

He glanced at the approaching figure of Xiang Yu, and suddenly, the reality of the situation sunk in. The fact that Xiang Yu was an omega was not on his bingo card. Then if he was beaten by Xiang Yu before wouldn’t that mean he had severely underestimated Han Xin.

Han Xin was almost running as he rushed toward Xiang Yu, his heart racing with worry and relief. He nearly lost his footing, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. "Watch your step!" Han Zhan called out, but Han Xin shot him a glare that silenced him immediately.

"Watch your step," Xiang Yu echoed, and Han Xin slowed, his fierce demeanour softening. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, and a trace of embarrassment coloured his cheeks.

Han Zhan couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. His cousin was being two-faced. When he had warned Han Xin, he had received a glare, but Xiang Yu spoke, and Han Xin appeared flustered and bashful. The double standards were downright absurd.

Ignoring his cousin that was on verge of tears, Han Xin wrapped his arm around Xiang Yu’s waist, pulling him close. "Why did you bring him here?" he asked Han Zhan, his voice low and edged with frustration.

Han Zhan had only wanted to showcase Han Xin’s power in front of Xiang Yu, to let his cousin shine. But now, it seemed he was the one being interrogated instead.

"I was just worried about you," Xiang Yu admitted, his voice softening. The words washed over Han Xin, soothing the anger coursing through him.

"Let’s go back. I don’t want to be here anymore," Xiang Yu Saif eager to get back on the warship. freёnovelkiss.com

"Okay," Han Xin replied, his mood shifting. He took Xiang Yu’s hand, their fingers entwining naturally. Together, they turned to enter the sleek spacecraft waiting behind them.

"What about him?" Han Zhan called out, his voice laced with exasperation. He looked back at Sirius, still lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, a stark reminder of their earlier clash.

"Let them come and pick him up," Han Xin said dismissively. "I need to speak to his father."

Han Zhan nodded, recognizing the finality in Han Xin’s tone. He pulled out his communicator, making arrangements with the Emperor of the Federation.

Moments later, a spacecraft adorned with the insignia of the Federation descended from the void above. Three men dressed in military gear disembarked, each exuding authority and urgency. They moved toward Sirius, one of them bending down to assess the situation.

The soldier winced as he saw the blood and damage done. "How could he be so ruthless?" he muttered under his breath. It would be a miracle if Sirius walked away unscathed. The mental connection between him and his mech had been brutally severed, causing significant damage.

The soldiers placed the crown prince on a stretcher, securing him carefully before carrying him back to the ship.

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When Han Xin returned to the warship, he headed straight to his cabin, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss. He began to peel off his mech gear, tugging at the straps with practised ease. Each layer fell away, a weight lifted from his shoulders. The cabin felt quiet, but the tension of the battle still lingered in the air.

Meanwhile, in the small kitchen area, Xiang Yu rummaged through the fridge. He emerged with a bottle of water, twisting the cap off as he walked toward Han Xin. "How are you going to deal with Emperor Xandr if he decides to get revenge for his son?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Han Xin turned to face Xiang Yu taking the bottle as he replied confidently, "He won’t. I made sure of it." He took a long sip, the cool liquid refreshing against his dry throat. "Thanks, babe."