The slaughter came to a halt.
The surviving disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan burst into ecstatic joy at having survived the catastrophe.
The way they looked at Liu Erlong was no longer filled with venomous hatred, but with blazing expectation.
"Senior Erlong!"
"Choose! Hurry and choose!"
Yu Luomian ignored his injuries and scrambled desperately toward Liu Erlong, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Erlong! My good daughter! Father is begging you!"
"Choose Xiaogang! Let Xiaogang's soul be scattered!"
His voice was filled with undisguised urgency.
Before the survival of the clan, what did the life of one worthless man matter?
Even Liu Erlong herself had believed, after shouting those words, that she would choose to save Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
Yet when her bloodshot eyes swept over the hate-filled faces of her clansmen at death's door beneath her feet, then over the disciples of the clan kneeling in pools of blood in the distance and looking at her expectantly—
And finally, when her gaze landed on Yu Xiaogang, whose leg had been twisted broken, who was curled into a ball on the ground in agony and staring at her with eyes filled with fear and pleading—
Liu Erlong's heart was viciously torn apart.
She had spent her entire life madly devoted to love.
But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she carried far more than love alone.
"I..."
Liu Erlong opened her mouth, but it felt as if her throat were clogged with sand, and she could not make a sound.
Seeing the hesitation on her face, Yu Xiaogang's features, already twisted by excruciating pain, were instantly swallowed by boundless terror.
He was afraid.
He was afraid Liu Erlong would choose to let him die.
"Erlong! Erlong, save me!"
Dragging his broken leg, Yu Xiaogang wriggled