Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) Chapter 666: Too late to regret

AN: Sorry for the late update. I was preparing the next project that will start tomorrow. It’s called Obessed with a High-Ranking Esper. I posted on Instagram the sneak peek of the cover. Instagram account is blnovelking. Happy reading.

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With no gesture, no contact, Xiang Yu shattered Peng Xiu’s bones one by one.

The sound was grotesque like brittle branches snapping beneath a heavy boot, each crack a punctuation of divine fury. Her limbs twisted at unnatural angles, her spine arched in tornt, and her body hovered midair like a marionette whose strings had been severed by a cruel god. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her voice stolen by the sheer magnitude of pain.

The demons who had jeered monts before now fell into stunned silence. Their laughter, once bold and mocking, was swallowed by dread. Even they, creatures born of cruelty and chaos, felt the icy grip of divine wrath slither down their spines.

With a final surge of power, Xiang Yu raised his hand, and Peng Xiu’s mangled form was hurled into the arena floor. The impact echoed like thunder across the realm, shaking the very bones of the coliseum.

She lay there, broken and motionless, as the first drops of rain began to fall hard, cold, and rciless. Not gentle like tears, but sharp like judgnt. Each drop struck her skin like polished marble, a reminder that the gods were watching.

The demons who had followed Mo Wang to storm the northern realm felt the truth settle in their bones. Their king was dead, and they were next.

They turned to flee.

But a surge of divine power swept past them like a tidal wave of retribution. Their bodies disintegrated into dust, scattered to the winds.

The northern demon realm lay silent, its borders swept clean by divine wrath. Ash drifted like snow across the scorched earth, and the air pulsed with residual power, heavy, sacred, and absolute. Xiang Yu stood at the heart of it all, his robes fluttering in the dying wind, his expression carved from satisfaction.

He turned to the broken figure of Peng Xiu, who lay crumpled on the blood-stained ground. "This is not the end of the road for you," he said, voice low and cruel. "It’s just the beginning of your suffering."

Peng Xiu coughed, blood staining her lips. "Just kill ," she rasped.

Xiang Yu sneered, his crimson eyes gleaming. "That’s too easy for you."

Lian and i approached, their steps deliberate, their eyes burning with vengeance. Without hesitation, they struck her blows sharp and punishing, each one a release of the fury they had buried since the day she attacked them. Peng Xiu’s body jerked with each hit, her cries swallowed by the storm.

Han Xin wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist, inspecting the wound on his abdon. "You could have blocked her attack," he said, voice tight.

Xiang Yu smirked. "Did you see her face, babe? It was hilarious. I wanted her to think she had won, just for a mont. Let her hope rise... only for it co crumbling down."

Han Xin gritted his teeth. "I will settle this with you later."

Xiang Yu pursed his lips, barely containing his delight. He was glowing with mischief and Han Xin knew it. That face seed to say, ’Yes, punish daddy.’ Han Xin coughed hiding his embarrassnt.

Xiang Yu snapped out of it and glanced at Lian and i, who were breathing heavily, their fists stained with the remnants of their revenge. Peng Xiu lay crumpled on the ground, her body a canvas of bruises and blood, barely recognizable.

"Have you let it all out?" Xiang Yu asked, his voice calm but edged with steel.

Lian gave Peng Xiu one final kick, her boot landing with a dull thud. "I would love to beat her so more," she growled, "but look at her, there’s nowhere left to hit."

i pulled her hair back, her eyes burning with fury. "I want her body to hang at the gates of the realm," she said coldly, "for all to see."

She rembered the day her world nearly shattered. She recalled how her master writhed in agony while Lian growing cold and pale, dying in her arms. All because they had dared to save Han Xin. That was their cri. And Peng Xiu had acted like they had stolen her soul.

Xiang Yu ruffled i’s hair gently. "Whatever you like."

Han Xin, embracing him from behind, smiled. As long as Xiang Yu was happy, he was content. He would let him do anything that brought him joy.

What was the saying again? Happy wife, happy life.

Xiang Yu snapped his fingers. The sky, which had just begun to clear, rumbled with divine fury. Thunder rolled like war drums.

Han Jun had not forgotten his pact. He lent Xiang Yu the divine lightning. Its purpose was singular. To strike the soul until it was tattered beyond recognition.

The sky cracked open.

Not with thunder, but with judgnt. Divine lightning, pale and rciless, descended in jagged bolts upon Peng Xiu’s broken form. Her body, already mangled from Xiang Yu’s wrath, did not flinch because the lightning did not strike flesh. It pierced deeper.

It tore at her soul.

Each bolt was a scream of the heavens, a punishnt etched into eternity. Her spirit convulsed, writhing within her shattered shell. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound ca. Only silence. A silence so loud it drowned the world.

She wished it were her body instead. She begged for broken bones, for torn skin, for blood. But this pain was beyond the mortal realm. It was the unraveling of essence, the slow peeling of mory, regret, and identity. And in that agony, she rembered.

She rembered that night.The night she tore Xiang Yu’s spiritual veins with laughter in her throat and cruelty in her hands. The night she chose her obsession over rcy.

And now, regret blood like poison in her chest. But it was too late. Xiang Yu’s path was carved in vengeance, and there was no turning back. She begged for death. But death would not co.