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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...

Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

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Valkyrie rose from the ground with the true aura of a Vanguard-class assault mech surrounding it. Inside the cockpit, Xiang Yu grinned, his eyes glowing like twin flames. "Since no one disciplined you," he declared, his voice smooth yet dangerous, "this prince will do it on your parents' behalf."

Sirius, perched in his own mech, responded with a sly smile. "You can discipline me all you want when you become my wife." Xiang Yu sneered at the audacity of his opponent. Without warning, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and lethal, a predator on the hunt.

The battlefield crackled with tension as Valkyrie glided forward with a deadly grace. Its sleek, metallic form glimmered under the harsh lights, a predator in the night. Opposite stood the blood-red mech, a hulking mass of menace ready to finish its opponent off.

You can discipline me all you want...