Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

"Zixuan, go help Haozi. Mao Mao, stay back and support me. Xiao Hei, Old Jin, you two go help everyone."

After An Yiqing spoke, Fatty Mao Er flashed red and transformed into the form of Vermilion Bird. An Yiqing agilely climbed onto its back. Long Zixuan received the order and transformed into a giant purple-gold dragon, roaring toward Xia Hau’s direction. Xiao Hei also transformed into the form of Xuanwu, with Old Jin on its turtle shell, charging into the battle circle.

Michael stared in shock at the sudden appearance of Long Zixuan and the others, exclaiming, "Eastern Divine Dragon?!"

Fatty Mao Er flew into mid-air, An Yiqing stood on her back, summoning the Qingying Sword.

"Come on!"

As soon as she spoke, Fatty Mao Er darted swiftly toward Michael like a streak of light. Michael immediately refocused his thoughts, summoning the Holy Sword, clashing lightly against An Yiqing’s Qingying Sword.

"What is your true identity? Why can you command the Eastern Divine Dragon?" Michael asked amid the fighting.

An Yiqing sneered, "You aren’t qualified to know!" The powerful airflow enveloped the Qingying Sword, and she mercilessly used The Fourth Style of Shennong Nine Style to attack Michael.

Feeling the overwhelming destructive power, Michael was deeply shocked. He kept retreating, simultaneously emitting a beam of white light from the Holy Sword. The white light shot straight towards An Yiqing, who gave a cold laugh, sending out a wave of sword energy. At the same time, Fatty Mao Er flapped the massive wings of the Vermilion Bird, screeching as he charged towards Michael.

The two humans and one beast clashed together, their unleashed power constantly affecting the battle below. Bach and others were astounded, realizing that An Yiqing’s strength had become formidable.

Meanwhile, Xia Hau, with Long Zixuan’s assistance, was moments away from defeating the Seraph. After fighting for a long time, the Seraph grew impatient, stopped his actions, and began chanting swiftly.

Taking advantage of the lull, Xia Hau charged again. Though weaponless, his enormous wings served as his sharpest weapon. The Twelve-winged Black Feather shot out numerous dagger-like feathers, raining down upon the Seraph. However, these feathers stopped suddenly a meter from the Seraph, motionless.

Simultaneously, the Seraph’s chanting concluded. He slowly opened his eyes, smiled at Xia Hau, "I am a Western deity. Defeating me is impossible."

He swung his right hand, and the black feathers stationary before him suddenly changed direction, stabbing straight towards Xia Hau. Already prepared, Xia Hau agilely dodged with his wings. Taking advantage of Xia Hau’s evasion, the Seraph unleashed an advanced skill.

A massive golden energy sphere rushed toward Xia Hau, who was busy dodging the feathers and couldn’t split his attention. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the energy sphere, a purple silhouette suddenly appeared, letting out a massive dragon roar as its enormous tail knocked the energy sphere, causing it to explode.

The Seraph was indeed a deity; despite Long Zixuan’s strength, it wasn’t fully mature. The energy sphere’s power was immense, directly affecting him. His majestic dragon aura was severely injured, causing him to fall from the sky.

Xia Hau was shocked, immediately flying down to grab Long Zixuan’s large claw. However, Long Zixuan’s dragon body was too massive, pulling Xia Hau down with him.

Bang—dust rose everywhere as Long Zixuan fell to the ground. Old Jin, engaged in combat with others, was startled, immediately rushing over. He stuffed a handful of pills into Long Zixuan’s mouth before returning to the fight.

"Cough, cough, Zixuan, are you okay?" Xia Hau got a mouthful of dust, yet couldn’t care less. He hurried over to check Long Zixuan’s injuries, when suddenly a flash of white light streaked past his ear—Seraph’s attack came again.

"Damn!" Xia Hau was furious; harming him was one thing, but daring to hurt his friend?

Blocking the Seraph’s attack, Xia Hau clenched his right hand into a fist, drawing a massive symbol in mid-air, and quickly pushed it forward. The enormous symbol crashed toward Seraph like a mountain, causing his face to change and forcing him to retreat.

Meanwhile, he also summoned a symbol in the void, pushing it toward Xia Hau’s symbol. Instantly, Xia Hau’s bloody symbol and Seraph’s white symbol collided, like a meteor crashing into Earth, exploding instantaneously.

In mid-air, Xia Hau was ultimately a bit inferior to Seraph, repeatedly retreating several steps with his face pale. Meanwhile, Seraph remained in place, indifferently watching the somewhat disheveled Xia Hau.

"Surrender; you can’t defeat me," Seraph said coldly.

Xia Hau wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneering, "Who said I can’t defeat you?"