In the median of the Panlong Overpass, a ten-meter-diameter pit smoldered, a patch of scorched earth. Duanmu Yi lay motionless in its center. The only remnants of his Azure Dragon Battle Armor were a few shattered pieces clinging to his body. Covered in blood, Duanmu Yi struggled to rise.
Suddenly, the long shadow of a streetlight fell across Duanmu Yi's cheek. Wang Lan stood calmly before him, his gaze cold and unyielding.
In that instant, boundless fear flooded Duanmu Yi's heart. He could have accepted a furious glare from Wang Lan, even a harsh reprimand. But there was nothing. Wang Lan didn't even deign to speak, merely observing him with those cold eyes—as if gazing upon a corpse.
"You… you can't kill me! If you do, you're finished too! You have such a bright future, such a beautiful life ahead. Do you really want to throw it all away with me? Just to satisfy your pride and ruin your entire life?
