Xiang Yu forced himself upright, eyes blazing ruby red and dripping with silent venom. He longed to tear Wuheng limb from limb, to erase him from existence.
But the emerald sigil on Xue Wuheng's wrist flared faintly whenever Xiang Yu's rage peaked, a constant reminder that no one, divine or demonic, could touch him without the Divine Emperor's decree.
The council had decreed his death a slow, excruciating affair. Any attempt at execution from anyone else would trigger a catastrophic backlash. He stood no chance so he could only glare at him.
For what felt like an eternity, the two locked eyes in cold stalemate, hunter and prey equally unwilling to look away. At last, Xue Wuheng leaned forward, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Don't you want to know why I did this?"
Xiang Yu said nothing.
Xue Wuheng's expression shifted into something almost playful, as if teasing an unruly child. "Come on," he coaxed. "You must be curious... just a little bit."
