Xiang Yu's heart clenched painfully as he saw Han Xin standing with Peng Xiu. Their conversation was seemingly innocent, but to him, it was a betrayal. The sight was like a dagger to his heart. A surge of jealousy, potent and consuming, coursed through his veins, igniting his demon blood that had lain docile for so long.
His aura, usually a controlled and intimidating presence, became a palpable force, crackling with barely contained rage. His eyes, a deep, mesmerizing shade of black, began to glow with an ominous fury hue, a clear sign of his inner turmoil.
The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with the intensity of his emotions. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the barely contained rage that threatened to spill over.
