Fatal Palm Strike, Insane Tribulation

With both of her hands holding onto Yang Dingtian's cheek, Dugu Fengwu gave a deep, passionate kiss to his lips. She then reached inside his Deep Sea Mystic Clothes and placed her palm directly on top of his chest.

"I will remember you, Yang Dingtian. You are my very first man, and you'll be the only man I've ever had," Dugu Fengwu whispered as she released a powerful qi into her hand.

Poof…

As the mystic qi struck straight to Yang Dingtian's chest, a tall streak of blood shot up from his mouth at about fifty meters from where he was lying. After that, Yang Dingtian stopped breathing and dropped dead.

For reasons she wasn't sure of, Dugu Fengwu could feel a sharp pain in her heart when Yang Dingtian stopped breathing. She didn't think she would ever feel this way, but the pain was much more real than it should've been.