Xiang Yu walked out of the building, his aura oppressive and fierce. This Demon King had not suffered such an injustice in a long time, especially from a mere immortal. He touched his bleeding forehead and gritted his teeth at the sight of the blood. "Where are they?" he demanded of the Divine Emperor. The Divine Emperor, with a calm yet authoritative presence, revealed their location.
Xiang Yu turned a corner and then another, his steps echoing in the silent night. The distant sound of sirens and the panicked murmurs of people standing outside the nightclub filled the air. He reached the middle of the road, the desolation around him amplifying his menacing presence. This time, Xiang Yu took out a rifle. He stood unwaveringly, his silhouette cutting through the darkness, the moonlight glinting off the barrel of his weapon.
