Han Jingxi sat high on the beams, his tiny feet dangling, silver hair glowing like moonlight. He swung his legs playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Peng Xiu's bloodshot gaze locked onto him, and Xiang Yu called out, "Xi Xi."
Han Jingxi pouted his lips dramatically. Suddenly, Peng Xiu collapsed with a loud thud, as if struck by an invisible force. Her body hit the floor with bone-jarring impact, blood now dripping from her nose and mouth.
Demon King Mo Wang of the South rushed to her side, helping her up with a sneer. "As expected of a half-breed mongrel. You have no respect for our customs."
Before Xiang Yu could respond, a force slammed into Mo Wang's chest, sending him staggering back, gasping for air. Han Jingxi's eyes narrowed. He didn't tolerate disrespect toward his father. He threw punches first and asked questions never.
Han Xin, watching proudly, made a mental note to reward his son with another piece of candy.
