But the oppressive pressure that left Lian Yi suffocating had not faded.
"No... that's impossible! You're a Peak Douluo! How is that possible!" Lian Yi screamed.
Boom!
Then a huge mass of fire suddenly erupted from within Lian Yi, turning into roaring flames that instantly engulfed his entire body.
Lian Yi's body caught fire at once. Within moments, he had turned into a pile of ashes that scattered in the wind.
Xue'er lay seven or eight meters away from Yi Chen, her head already shattered.
Intense surprise and confusion still lingered on her face.
She had never imagined that Yi Chen would save her.
"Xue'er, I'm sorry! I... I couldn't stand by and watch you marry that demon, Lian Yi..."
Yi Chen struggled to his feet. Clutching his chest, he staggered over to Xue'er.
Tears slowly streamed down Xue'er's face as she murmured, "Why are you so foolish? If you die, I... I..."
Her voice rose very high, but she could no longer get the words out.
Her mouth opened and closed several times, yet not a single word escaped.
A poignant smile appeared on her face. She reached out to stroke Yi Chen's cheek, her soft, smooth fingers wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Yi Chen shook his head bitterly. "Don't worry. You haven't married him yet, so he can't die!"
He knew that Lian Yi must have used some secret technique just now, temporarily awakening his latent potential to gain immense power for a short time.
But secret techniques were taboo, after all, and their side effects were severe, so his current condition was far from good either.
Yi Chen took out a dagger and slit his wrist.
Blood dripped onto Xue'er's lips and immediately seeped inside.
"Hah!"
Yi Chen gave a low shout, circulating