Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

The Old Prince Bruch suddenly stood up, shocked in his heart. Bach had actually become a Twelve-winged Black Feather. If it weren’t for Xia Hau’s existence, he would certainly become the ruler of the Blood Clan!

No wonder, no wonder he would be so arrogant. Looking across the Blood Clan, no one could defeat him!

Xia Hau looked at Bach’s Twelve-winged Black Feathers, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes. Immediately, it returned to calm. He suddenly gave a faint smile, his thoughts inexplicable.

At this moment, Bach flapped his Twelve-winged Black Feathers and flew into the air.

"Mr. Xia, unlock your combat form. Let me see how capable the heir of the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor truly is."

Xia Hau looked up at the sky, his thin lips slightly pursed. A moment later, a red light flashed in his eyes, and giant wings slowly unfolded from his back.

Twelve wings! They were also twelve wings!

Amidst the Twelve-winged Black Feathers, violet light mingled, making the wings appear even more dazzling. At the same time, a massive pressure swept across in all directions. Some of the weaker Blood Clan and Werewolves turned pale.

Several Elders from the Wolf Tribe and Blood Clan, seeing this, immediately stepped forward to block the terrifying aura. Meanwhile, their bodies trembled slightly, fearing from the depths of their souls, a fear of the ancestor Cain.

Slowly flying into the sky, Xia Hau coldly stared at the distant Bach.

"Lord Bach, I offend you."

With the closing of his words, Xia Hau transformed into a streak of blood-red and rushed over. Bach coldly smiled, his hands flashing red, swiftly attacking all around.

The originally disappeared Xia Hau quickly evaded Bach’s attack, ghostly redirecting his path and attacking once more. Bach’s combat experience was extremely rich, and such skills were just trivial for him. Presently, he clenched his fists tightly and shot out two blood-red energy balls. Xia Hau’s figure suddenly appeared, rapidly retreating, dodging the energy balls.

"Is this all your strength? Too weak!" Bach sneered, his tone filled with ridicule.

Xia Hau did not feel angry from being humiliated. He turned and rushed toward Bach again, his right hand forming claws, blood-red energy striking at Bach’s throat. Bach sneered, reaching out to block Xia Hau, simultaneously his other hand striking towards Xia Hau’s chest.

Xia Hau did not evade, confronting him directly. He let Bach’s fist hit his own chest while his right leg kicked high, the blood-red energy aiming at Bach’s abdomen.

Bach did not expect Xia Hau to be so reckless and got kicked squarely, retreating several steps, his gaze toward Xia Hau changed for the first time.

"Seems like you have some tricks, a certain drive. But still, too weak!" He rubbed his belly, "However, still too weak!"

Upon finishing his words, Bach transformed into a streak of light, attacking Xia Hau. Xia Hau didn’t move, squinting as he observed everything around him. Moments later, his eyes lit up, suddenly turning and striking out a punch.

Simultaneously, a red light ball suddenly appeared behind him, perfectly aligned with his fist.

Boom—a massive punch wind and a terrifying hurricane swept the arena, forcing the crowd to stagger. Only a few Prince-level individuals could barely steady themselves. The Old Prince Bruch, enduring the strong hurricane, looked up to the sky, seeing Xia Hau and Bach’s fists colliding, each punch exploding with tremendous destructive power. Truly worthy of Twelve-winged Black Feathers! The power is immensely strong!

Xia Hau and Bach’s fists collided once and suddenly separated. Bach stood in the air, shaking his fist.

"Impressive, but that’s still not enough." He coldly smiled, his hands beginning to draw strange symbols in the void, "Aren’t you adept at symbol attacks? Let’s compare that."

Saying this, the symbols were completed. Bach abruptly withdrew, the enormous symbols were like a mountain, crushing towards Xia Hau.

Xia Hau was shocked, not expecting Bach to also know symbol attacks. He swiftly turned to leave, the giant blood-red symbols closely pursuing from behind.

In the vast training ground, Xia Hau fled in a disgraced manner pursued by the symbols. Bach coldly stood in mid-air, watching the scene with a smile. The Secret Party crowd’s heart was drawn up; they could feel the enormous hidden power of Bach’s symbol attack—the Twelve-winged Black Feather’s energy was no joke!

Just as everyone worried, Xia Hau suddenly turned back to glance at the blood-red symbol, revealing a strange smile.

An Yiqing accurately caught his smile, her eyes narrowing.

Under everyone’s gaze, Xia Hau suddenly stopped in mid-air, allowing the blood-red symbol to crash into him. His right hand rapidly gestured something in the air, resembling symbols but not entirely.

"Mr. Xia, what does he want to do? Symbol attack is already too late!" Eddie shrieked.

Not just him, even the usually steady Old Prince Bruch was a bit restless. He stood up intending to rush over, but was grabbed by An Yiqing.

"Xiao Qing?!"

An Yiqing shook her head, "You should trust him!"

The Old Prince Bruch was taken aback, following An Yiqing’s gaze to the sky. The enormous blood-red symbol was about to affix itself to Xia Hau’s face. Just then, his hand movements stopped. A streak of blood-red light exploded before him, surging over the blood-red symbol. The symbol paused for a second, then it seemed enchanted, turning direction and crashing towards Bach.

This... how could this be? How can symbol attacks be used like this?!

The Second Elder of the Bruch Family suddenly stood up excitedly, staring up at Xia Hau in the sky, "Counterattack! This is the Blood Clan’s ultimate skill, the ability to counterattack!"

Counterattack! As the name implies, it can counter any power! This is a secret technique of the Blood Clan, practiced by none in over a thousand years. The Old Prince Bruch was excited, having only told these secret techniques to Xia Hau with a probing mind, unexpected that he really learned it!

A genius! Truly worthy of being the heir chosen by the ancestor Cain, a genius!

Just as everyone was excited beyond restraint, the enormous red symbol was already chasing behind Bach. Bach wanted to curse, thinking that the kid mastering symbol attacks was strong enough, but unexpectedly, he had also learned to counterattack!

Are secret techniques free?!

Watching the symbol crash into him, Bach had no strength left to escape. The giant symbol, like a mountain, slammed him to the ground. It forcefully created a big pit on the surface.

The Magic Party crowd was surprised, rushing over to rescue him. Once dressed neatly, Bach was now ash-faced. His symbol attack previously used eighty percent of his power, its effect naturally extraordinary. Only unexpected that the unfortunate in the end was himself.

Throwing away the hands supporting him, Bach wiped off the dust on his face, rising into the air again.

Seeing his resilience, Xia Hau had a little more admiration, "What? Lord Bach still plans to continue?"

Bach sinisterly smiled, "I won’t stop until the end!"

On the ground, the Old Prince Bruch sighed, "Bach’s strength and talent are first-rate. Were it not for his ambition being too large, perhaps he could indeed be utilized by us."

An Yiqing listened to these words, smiled, "Ambition is large. Let him get what he wants. Bach is not unmanageable, just that no one capable of controlling him has appeared yet."

The Old Prince was stunned, carefully contemplating An Yiqing’s words, feeling indeed that it made sense.

At this time, Xia Hau and Bach confronted each other again, preparing for a second match.

However, just then, a "rumble" suddenly sounded overhead, shaking the training ground floor.

The Blood Clan and Wolf Tribe crowd swiftly got up, what’s happening?!

Just then, the training ground’s door was suddenly pushed open, a blood-soaked individual staggered in!

"Bad news! The Church is attacking! A large-scale attack!"