The Three Agreements of Liu Ruoxue and Preemptive NTR

The wind howled, ripple after ripple of clouds emerged on the distant horizon, then disappeared into the thunderous light.

At the time when the clansmen of both the Wind Tiger and Thunder Leopard tribes were mutually wounded, the destinies of Wind Tiger Yun and Thunderstorm had already been sealed.

But even knowing they were destined to lose, both still wanted to make a final, desperate struggle.

Thunderstorm opened its wide maw, and that bizarre purple gleam emerged from within once again.

This time, it was certain that the Xu Yuan before its eyes was real.

In other words, he couldn't escape!

Die!

In its yellow-tinged eyes, there was only this one thought.

Xu Yuan hovered above the void, hands clasped behind his back, the Thunderfire Sword swirling around him like a dancing dragon, his expression utterly composed.

It wasn't that he couldn't dodge; he just didn't want to.

Because he had already recognized what it was.