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Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

The Venerable Xiang Yu, an eccentric villainous half-blood demon King was infamous in both the demon and human realm for being a cold-blooded ruthless devil that could kill with no remorse. Demons and humans feared him, cultivators wanted him as a trophy and the immortals saw him as a thorn in their side. The only reason he didn't get smote by the Heavenly King's searing lightning of divine wrath that could kill all mortals and immortals was because he kept the deadliest demons in check maintaining peace between the two realms. Despite his reputation, he had a small cult following in the human realm. They took him as their deity for his selfless acts of benevolence. Such rare selfless acts led him to rescue the fallen immortal Han Xin. But his benevolence became his downfall. Condemned to death, he faced an impossible choice: serve the Heavenly King or die with no marked grave. Xiang Yu: Hahaha... death isn't so bad after all. Heavenly King: You... Han Xin: Wife, you can't escape even in death. At least when you are alive you have a chance to run. Xiang Yu: QAQ...

Andru_9788 · LGBT+
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338 Chs

Eternal Mirror of Torment

The Divine Emperor stood at the precipice of the underworld, his thoughts a mess. He was contemplating returning to the divine realm and finding out what happened that had shaken his core but he also needed to find that demon's soul and question it.

Just as he decided to return to divine realm, three shadowy figures materialised before him, their forms like black wisps of smoke, embodying the relentless and mysterious nature of the underworld.

These dark figures, known as the Veiled Furies, exuded an aura of dread and mystique. Their presence commanded both respect and fear, for they were the enforcers of the Lord of the underworld's will. When they spoke, their voices merged into an eerie echo that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. Yet, the Divine Emperor seemed more irritated than fearful.

"Your majesty, he is not here," the Veiled Furies intoned, their voices reverberating through the air like a haunting melody.