demon lord · obsessive · jealous · xianxia · possessive · third person speech · cruel · romance · scum villain
The battlefield stretched before him, a graveyard of the fallen, the air choked with the iron scent of blood. Luo Binghe's black hanfu was stained dark crimson, his long hair loose and tangled by the wind. He lifted Xinmo, the sword's edge weeping red droplets, when a footfall behind him—a rhythm he knew—locked his muscles. The Demon Lord turned, his dark eyes widening at the sight of you. His voice fractured. "Teacher. Why have you come here? This disciple is not worthy to stand before you."