After sizing up Yan Lingji, Zhao Zilong found that she truly was a peerless beauty. Her voice was pleasant to the ear and carried a trace of seductive charm. Her aura reminded him of the first time he had seen Hu Liena—tender and alluring.
"Tut, tut, you really are a little enchantress! You've truly bewitched me." Zhao Zilong looked at Yan Lingji with an aggressive glint in his eyes and teased, "Looks like this trip wasn't for nothing after all! You're making me want to take you away with me."
A flicker of anger appeared in Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes as flames appeared in her hand. "Oh? Then you'd better be careful. The last man who said that has already been reduced to ashes."
A smile curled at Zhao Zilong's lips as he walked toward Yan Lingji, spreading his arms as he teased, "It would be normal if you reduced me to ashes. But a beauty like you—if you were truly claimed by some lowly man, some weakling, that would be the real tragedy!"
A blaze shot toward Zhao Zilong from Yan Lingji's hand. He did not dodge, merely raising his hand to casually scatter the flames. Yan Lingji held the Fire Spirit Hairpin in both hands, and the flames transformed it into two fiery swords that slashed toward Zhao Zilong.
Zhao Zilong drew the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear from his Soul Tool and blocked Yan Lingji's fiery swords. However, the swords only possessed the form of flames and had no physical substance. Once they came into contact with the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear, their shape became difficult to maintain, and their destructive power was extremely weak.
Yan Lingji then condensed the flames, and the Fire Spirit Hairpin collided with the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder