Yang Fan collapsed to the ground, his face a deathly pale. His eyes were filled with overwhelming fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to say something, but his mouth quivered for a long time, unable to form a single word. Overwhelming fear had completely enveloped him.
I thought he was just some ordinary beggar... but I never could have imagined. He's actually the Dragon Lord. A being who lives among the clouds.
A sudden wave of regret washed over Yang Fan. Why was I so foolish? Why did I have to come looking for Su Qingning? If I hadn't, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation. But who else can I blame?
Suddenly, Yang Fan burst into laughter—a sound that was desolate and utterly despairing.
The thought of begging for mercy didn't even cross his mind. He's the Dragon Lord, after all. Yang Fan knew that begging for mercy would be useless. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he was going to die today.
