The Imperial Lord's sneer deepened. "I am still your father," he said, his voice laced with a warning. "You will speak to me with respect."
Xiang Yu's response was swift and brutal. Without warning, he lashed out with the whip concealed beneath his gear. The Imperial Lord caught off guard, managed to dodge, but not before the whip grazed his cheek, leaving a stinging welt. The Imperial Lord's eyes widened in shock and fury. He hadn't expected his son to attack him, not now, not ever.
Xiang Yu's plasma whip left a searing burn mark on the Imperial Lord's cheek. The Imperial Lord's head snapped around, his face contorted with rage. He touched the injured area, his fingers trembling slightly. His eyes, now burning with a murderous light, locked onto Xiang Yu.