Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 455: Revenge

The emperor’s brow furrowed in confusion. What did Han Xin mean by that? Han Xin’s gaze dropped briefly to the ring on his finger before he continued, "Unlike that traitor Xiang, I know all your secrets."

He fell silent for a moment, allowing the implications to settle in. "I am also pretty sure you are familiar with Project Midnight Phoenix."

At the mention of the project, Emperor Xandr’s beard trembled with rage. "That is a myth!" he shot back, but Han Xin’s fierce glare shot back at him like a bolt of lightning.

"Is it?" Han Xin challenged, his aura shifting as he leaned forward. The intensity in his eyes sliced through the air, drawing Xandr’s unease into the spotlight.

The emperor’s bravado faltered, and he realized Han Xin was serious. The named project had been a constant thorn in the Federation’s side, an unsettling secret that loomed over them like a storm cloud. The weight of its implications pressed down, sending a chill through the chamber.

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Han Xin stood resolute, unwavering, the weight of the confrontation settling in. He could sense that Xandr knew the stakes were higher than just a petty grudge. This was about power, loyalty, and the fragile peace between their factions.

Deep within the bowels of the Imperial Capital and the key planets of the Federation lay hidden explosives, dormant and silent. These devices were the culmination of years of covert operations and meticulous planning, designed to restrain the Federation at a moment’s notice. For years, rumours had swirled around the existence of these bombs, dismissed by many as mere scare tactics to enforce submission.

The outbreak of war had only intensified these suspicions, especially after the Han family bloodline faced extinction. With the perceived end of their legacy, the ancient secret had been buried with them, leaving Imperial Lord Xiang unaware of the deadly arsenal the Republic held.

Even if the rumours were true, would the Imperial Lord of the Republic truly resort to such measures? The late Imperial Han, known for his moral compass, would not. But Han Xin was a different story entirely.

"Why would you?" Emperor Xandr challenged, scepticism colouring his tone.

Han Xin sneered his face a mask of defiance. "You don’t know me."

"Fine, fine," Xandr relented, a note of resignation creeping into his voice. "I will abide by the initial treaty. Just keep your word."

"I will keep my word," Han Xin replied, his voice steady but fierce. "As long as you keep your brats away from my wife."

Emperor Xandr’s brow furrowed. Who the hell is going after your wife? He thought, but the call cut off before he could voice his frustration. freewebnoveℓ.com

Staring at the blank screen, the emperor was left in confusion. He couldn’t fathom why Han Xin would make such a claim. His sons and daughters had their pick of beautiful and handsome suitors in the galaxy so why would they be interested in this so-called wife of his? The very idea struck him as ridiculous.

As the silence settled heavily around him, Emperor Xandr leaned back on his ornate throne, his mind racing. The weight of Han Xin’s words hung in the air.

Xiang Yu walked purposefully towards the elevator in the warship, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. As he stepped inside, Lian and Mei appeared out of nowhere, their energy buzzing like static in the air.

"Master, we will be your backup!" Mei declared, her eyes shining with determination.

"Yeah, in case that bitch tries anything," Lian added, her tone brimming with defiance.

Xiang Yu couldn’t help but smile slightly at their enthusiasm. "How should we end her this time?" he asked, curious.

Lian raised her hand eagerly. "Let’s skin her!"

Mei grimaced. "No, that’s too gross and messy! I still want to have ice cream later."

Lian rolled her eyes. "Since when are you ever grossed out?"

As the elevator doors slid shut, Han Zhan, who happened to be heading up to see Han Xin, caught the tail end of their conversation. A puzzled frown creased his brow. Who was this bitch they were referring to?

After Han Xin finished his call, Han Zhan stepped into the cabin, his curiosity piqued. "Where is Xiang Yu going?" he asked, his voice casual, but his mind racing.

"Peng Xiu," Han Xin replied, still focused on removing his gear.

Han Zhan’s eyes widened. "He said he’s going to skin her?"

Han Xin froze for a moment before continuing with his task. "I gave him permission to do as he pleases."

Han Zhan was flabbergasted. "Does he hate her that much?"

Han Xin’s expression darkened. "She killed Xiang Yu’s mother." This was the reason that made sense but knowing that this Xiang Yu was not of this world made him aware that his Xiang Yu had a strong grudge against Peng Xiu that was beyond this world.

"Didn’t she die of her own doing?" Han Zhan countered, trying to piece together the situation.

"No," Han Xin replied, his voice steady but laced with pain. "She pushed her even when she begged for help."

Han Zhan was stunned into silence. The revelation hit him harder than he expected. Who would have thought Peng Xiu could be so cruel from the start?

Han Xin’s gaze hardened as he looked at Han Zhan. "I will not interfere in his business."

***

The heavy metallic doors of the warship slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the stark corridors within. Xiang Yu led the way, flanked by Lian and Mei. The air was filled with tense energy, a reminder that this was not just any ship but the most advance warship of the Republic.

The walls gleamed in shades of chrome, a testament to their formidable purpose. Several doors bore the mark of restricted access, but Han Xin’s trust in Xiang Yu rendered them mere formalities.

As they walked deeper into the ship, a group of mercenaries from Viper stood to the side, their expressions shifting from indifference to reverence.

They bowed deeply, acknowledging Xiang Yu as their imperial empress. Mei’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, master," she began, her tone playful, "if you are the imperial empress, does that make us imperial princesses?"

"Yes," Lian replied, her voice lifting with a haughty lilt, mocking the nobles she had seen—"I will be addressed as Her Highness, Princess Lian from now on."

Xiang Yu chuckled at the lightness that filled the air, but Mei pressed on, her heart fluttering. "And I will be addressed as Her Highness Princess Mei!"

The laughter broke like sunlight through the shadows of the cold, metallic corridor. Yet Xiang Yu’s playful grin faded into something more serious. "We must get married first," he said before they stepped into the darkened chamber of the prison cells.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted. The sombre silence was punctuated by the soft clinking of metal against metal as their footsteps echoed. Rows of cells lined the walls, some empty, but others held weary faces of war prisoners, their gazes filled with a mix of fear and hope.

The cells, fortified with plasma bars, glowed ominously, casting a bluish light that danced on the faces of those trapped inside.