Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

Xiang Yu stepped out of the building, the horde of zombies trailing behind him like a menacing shadow. As he emerged into the back alley, thunderous rain fell fiercely, washing away the grime that coated his body. The cold droplets splattered against his skin, mingling with the blood and filth, but he felt no discomfort. He walked forward, each step deliberate.

Exiting the alley, he found himself on the main street. The city was in chaos, a cacophony of screams and panicked shouts filled the air.

People ran in all directions, desperately trying to escape the relentless advance of the undead. The awakened who were pushing back were outmatched. The army of zombies surged forward, wave after wave, hungry for flesh.

Xiang Yu stood in the centre of the road, a dark figure amidst the chaos. He watched the mayhem unfold with a detached curiosity, as if observing a war that didn't concern him.

Turning slowly, he glanced at the zombies behind him, and with a subtle shift of his gaze, he issued an unspoken command. The zombies surged forward, their grotesque cries echoing in the night, a sound that sent chills down the spines of those still fighting.

They ran past Xiang Yu, lunging at their fellow undead with a ferocity that was even more aggressive and gruesome. What was once a mindless horde became a savage battalion under his influence. Xiang Yu felt a sharp gaze on him and instinctively turned, scanning the chaos, but saw no one. The intensity prickled at the back of his mind.

In an instant, Han Xin appeared, swift and spectral. The surprise jolted through Xiang Yu, a ghostly figure emerging from the dark. Before he could utter a word, Han Xin seized him, hauling him over his shoulder. The world spun for a heartbeat, and then they vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, Lian and Mei fought tirelessly, battling the zombies with relentless energy, their movements almost instinctual. Yet, when they noticed a new wave of zombies with glowing red eyes, their eyes similar to those of their master, they stopped. It seemed they didn't need to fight anymore.

Their eyes gazed around for anyone in need of assistance when they spotted that evil bitch lying motionless. She looked like a mangled corpse, her body twisted and broken among the debris. The sight was haunting.

Mei stepped forward cautiously, glancing at Lian. "Is she still alive?" she asked, afraid that Peng Xiu would pounce on them. She still had trauma from what she did to them.

The rain fell harder, washing over them, mingling with the chaos of the night, as they waited for a sign of life.

Lian knelt beside Peng Xiu, her heart pounding in her chest. "I don't know," she said, feeling a swell of dread. Tentatively, she poked Peng Xiu twice. Just then, Peng Xiu's eyes sprang open, wide and frantic. She grabbed Lian's leg in a panic.

"AH AH AH AHHHHHH!"

The two of them screamed like the time they had seen a rat in an inn. In instinctive fear, Lian kicked Peng Xiu in the head. The impact was swift and decisive; Peng Xiu immediately collapsed, passing out cold.

Lian stood over her, breathing hard, her anger boiling over. "You fucking bitch! Uh, my heart! I think I'm having a heart attack!" she yelled, shaking with adrenaline.

Mei rushed over, slapping Lian's arm. "Don't scare me like that!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"I didn't know she would grab me!" Lian retorted, still shaken.

Mei glanced down at Peng Xiu's still form, her hands trembling. "My hands are shaking... that was so terrifying," she admitted, her voice unsteady.

Suddenly, Lian's expression shifted, an idea flickering to life in her mind. "Do you want to go explore?" she asked, excitement lacing her words. "We can take a look at the shops and the spa."

Mei's face brightened, relieved to shift the mood. "Let's go! I need to cleanse my eyes after seeing that witch!" she laughed, taking Lian's hand.

The two girls walked away, hand in hand, with a skip in their steps, their spirits lifted. It was as if the chaos around them melted into the background, fading into nothingness as they moved on to their escape.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yu found himself somewhere entirely different—the spiritual realm. It shimmered like a dream caught between time and light. Silvery mist danced across the surface of a crystal lake, curling around jagged rocks beneath a thundering waterfall. The cascade split the sky, a celestial river drowning in eternity.

Below, nestled within an ancient grove of glowing flora, lay a bed carved from starlight and silk. Its appearance was so ethereal, Xiang Yu could have sworn it was forged from divine memory. Here, in this surreal space, the disturbances of the outside world were but a whisper, and power hummed through the air like a long-forgotten promise. He stood, feeling an awakening within him, ready to embrace whatever awaited beyond this enchanting realm.

Han Xin stood in the heart of the ethereal realm, but he was not his usual self. The air shimmered around him, charged with an energy that felt both exhilarating and dangerous. The clothes they had worn before were gone.

Now they wore identical hanfu. It was flowing white, so pale it shimmered like newly fallen snow. Gold threads danced across the silk like molten sunlight, coiling dragons, soaring phoenixes, and constellations stitched with reverence for the heavens. Each movement set the fabric aglow, the embroidery catching the light in a cascade of ethereal brilliance.

Their robes billowed in the wind, almost weightless, as if spun not from silk but from the breath of celestial dragons. Divine light bathed them, not harsh nor blinding, but gentle. It was as though the heavens themselves had blessed this moment as fate. Their once short hair had grown longer, cascading like waterfalls down their backs.

Han Xin seemed lost in a trance, a prisoner to the divine power that surged within him. It was as if the very essence of the cosmos had overtaken his mortal body, pushing against the limits of his flesh. He stood silent, a statue among the shifting energies, at the centre of it all.

His hair drifted like smoke, untouched by any breeze, an otherworldly quality adding to his serene yet intense aura. His eyes, two pools of radiant blue fire, held galaxies behind them, illuminating the realm around him as if he were a star given form. Power pulsed from his core in invisible waves, warping the air and making the mist hesitate and linger instead of moving freely.

Xiang Yu watched him, worry tightening in his chest. Han Xin didn't speak, a shroud of tranquillity hovering over him, yet every bit of his being screamed of unrestrained power. There was a beauty in his stillness that captivated Xiang Yu, but it also filled him with a gnawing fear.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu called, his voice trembling with a blend of longing and concern. "Please, talk to me."

But Han Xin did not answer. Instead, he raised his hand gently, fingers tingling with raw energy, and entwined them with Xiang Yu's. The contact sent a jolt through Xiang Yu, a mix of warmth and electrical shock. Han Xin's grip tightened as if he feared Xiang Yu would run off again.

Xiang Yu gazed into Han Xin's eyes, searching for the man he knew beneath the layers of divine strength. All he saw was the flicker of bright flames, a mesmerising beauty that felt both comforting and terrifying.