CHAPTER 641: JEALOUS DEMON KING

The snow around Shuang Hua’s hands hissed violently as her fingers curled into it, melting and refreezing in jagged shards that pulsed with her fury. For a moment she lay there in silence, her breath shallow, each exhale a plume of frost that hung in the air like a warning. Her chest rose and fell, not from exhaustion but with wrath. The kind of wrath that cracked mountains, silenced gods, and reshaped realms.

Her anger surged, ancient and divine, rising like a tide beneath her porcelain skin. The air around her thickened, trembling with power, as if the very world feared what she might become. As the Queen of the Western Demon Realm, the sovereign of frost and moonlight, she had never been this disrespected. And the insult would not go unanswered.

The wind began to howl violently. She rose slowly, her robes lifting before her body did, caught in the cyclone of frost that erupted around her. The snowstorm that followed was not born of nature, it was born of vengeance. Ice shards spun in the air like blades, slicing through trees, stone, and silence. The sky darkened, clouds swirling in a spiral of pale blue and silver.

Her hair, long and white as winter’s breath, whipped around her like a banner of demonic fury, each strand glowing faintly with celestial light. It did not flutter. It lashed, alive with her rage. The ground beneath her feet froze solid, cracking outward in veins of jagged ice. Lightning flickered within the storm, not yellow, but white. It was pure, merciless.

The storm roared louder, drowning out all sound. Even the mountains seemed to bow.

She was moments from unleashing her retaliation, her fingers already glowing with divine frost, when she saw a pair of eyes, red, glowing and fierce. They cut through the storm like twin blades of fire, locking onto her with a force that made the air still. Her breath caught having recognised who it was. She was in awe, overwhelmed by the presence that now stood before her. It was Xiang Yu, the infamous the Demon King of the North. He stepped forward, and the storm recoiled.

The frost hissed away from him, unwilling to touch what it could not contain. His jet-black hair floated, not from wind, but as if alive, writhing with power, whispering curses in forgotten tongues. His skin was etched with runes, glowing crimson across his neck, arms, and hands, pulsing like veins of molten wrath. His aura was suffocating. It pressed against the world like a tidal wave of dread.

Lanterns shattered. Trees bent. Even the demons that had followed her creatures born of shadow and frost trembled. Some fell to their knees. Others turned their faces away, wishing they could flee, knowing they could not. He was no longer rational. He was the embodiment of demon blood, a vessel of ancient rage and unrelenting power. His mind was consumed, his thoughts no longer his own, but forged in the furnace of the northern abyss.

Shuang Hua’s storm faltered. The ice around her feet cracked, then stilled. Her hair settled, her breath slowed. She did not lower her hand, but she did not strike.

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A few moments ago, Xiang Yu had been one town over taking a rest for the sake of the twins when he felt something unsettling. He paused mid-step as the wind shifted. A jagged pulse of dread tore through the clouds, and Xiang Yu felt it in his chest like knives. His heart was being stabbed repeatedly, each beat a warning.

Without a word, he left the twins behind. His mind spiraled, his demon core fully engaged, pulsing with crimson heat. He flew...no, he tore through the air like a shadow cleaving light, faster than thought, faster than restraint. And then he saw it. His man was bound and kneeling on the ground. Above him was a familiar demon with her filthy hands on his man.

The sight ignited something infernal and feral. Possessiveness surged through Xiang Yu, drowning reason, eclipsing memory. The runes on his neck, arms and hands flared, glowing red like molten scars. His jet-black hair floated, writhing like living flame, each strand whispering curses in the tongue of the abyss. Xiang Yu didn’t say a word, he didn’t negotiate. He simply struck that demon like a viper giving her no time to react.

This time the force of his attack was even more powerful. It shattered the air, rupturing the storm, sending shards of ice and light spiraling outward. Shuang Hua was hurled backward, her cry lost in the roar of impact.

Caught mid-turn, she was suddenly hurled through three village huts, her body a blur of silver and frost. Wood splintered like brittle bones, snow erupted in violent plumes, and the air rang with the cries of villagers scrambling for shelter. But none could run far.

She growled as she rose from the wreckage, blood streaking her lip, violet eyes blazing. Her frost aura surged outward, freezing the ground in jagged veins. With a snarl, she launched herself back into the sky only to be seized mid-air by an invisible force.

It dragged her upward like a puppet, then slammed her into the mountainside with a thunderous crash. Snow and stone exploded outward, cascading down like an avalanche of fury. Before the dust could settle, Xiang Yu was already there.

He flew like a jet, a spear of rage and shadow, his runes glowing crimson, his hair writhing like flame. Shuang Hua saw him and tried to flee but she was too slow.

His hand gripped her by the hair, yanking her downward with a force that cracked the earth. He slammed her into the frozen ground, the impact sending tremors through the village. Snow lifted in a ring around them, and even the sky seemed to flinch.

From behind shattered walls and broken doors, the villagers watched, trembling. Their breath fogged in the cold, their prayers lost in the wind. They couldn’t help but wonder what shitty luck they had for these two Buddhas to descend upon their humble fishing village?

Xiang Yu emerged like a sinister beast from the shadows, his presence coiling through the air like smoke from a cursed flame. His red eyes glowed with feral intensity, locked onto Shuang Hua with the precision of a predator ready to strike. The wind stilled. The frost recoiled. Even the demons dared not breathe.

Shuang Hua raised her hand, divine frost swirling around her fingers, ready to unleash devastation. But before the power could erupt, her wrist was caught, gripped in a vice of demonic strength. The burst of frost flew past Xiang Yu, harmless, wasted.

Without hesitation, Xiang Yu sent his demonic power surging into her arm. It seared through her spiritual veins like molten iron, burning her from the inside. Shuang Hua screamed, her frost aura flaring wildly as she tried to push back. But the damage was done her veins blistered, her skin bubbled with boils, her power unraveling.