บท 196: Xiang Yu's revenge 2

Xiang Yu stood at the centre of the room, his grip firm around the handle of a whip that felt deceptively light in his hands. The leather coiled and uncoiled like a serpent ready to strike, its familiar texture stirring memories of his old friend, his divine whip in the real world.

Across from him, Die Liang had been laid down on the ornate coffee table shirtless. Chaos erupted around them as the family members of the Die clan rushed forward. They were desperate to protect their patriarch, but they were held back unable to break free.