In an instant, a ball of flame landed on Yu Tianheng. He immediately let out agonized screams, and before long, all life left him.
Zhao Zilong then turned his gaze to Dugu Yan. She put on a composed front, but inwardly she was panicking like mad. She remembered that Zhao Zilong had once liked her, yet she was also afraid. Dugu Yan wanted to live—she still had a son. At the very least, she wanted her son to survive. In a cold voice, she asked, "Zhao Zilong, are you going to kill me too?"
"Of course." Zhao Zilong answered without hesitation. Looking at Dugu Yan, he said coldly, "Today, I killed your grandfather and your husband. You could say I destroyed your family and left you with nothing. We're already locked in a fight to the death. I have no reason to spare you."
"Though your talent poses no threat to me, I have no desire to suffer the curses of you and your son for generations to come. If I don't kill you today, then my descendants may face trouble—or even disaster—because of my momentary mercy."
"Dugu Yan, will you kill yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Hearing Zhao Zilong's answer, Dugu Yan truly panicked. She had thought Zhao Zilong would covet her beauty, but she never expected him to be so determined to kill her. She laughed bitterly inwardly, but then thought of her son. If she died, what would happen to him? She said, "Fine. But I hope you can spare my son. He's innocent."
"Do you still have the right to bargain with me?" Zhao Zilong asked coldly.
Dugu Yan took out a dagger and held it to her neck. Her body trembled uncontrollably as despair and fear surged through her heart. Yu