Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Under the gaze of the Seraph, Xia Hau slowly closed his eyes, and a powerful airflow spread from his body. At the same time, the massive Twelve-winged Black Feather began to change, the black feathers gradually fading, with streaks of purple appearing in the sunlight, strikingly beautiful.

One minute later, the Twelve-winged Black Feather completely transformed into Twelve-Winged Purple Feathers! The second upgraded form of the Blood Emperor!

On the ground, Bach, who had just killed two Knights, suddenly looked up. After seeing Xia Hau’s form, his eyes filled with excitement. Twelve-Winged Purple Feathers! The Purple Feather Blood Emperor appeared once more after two thousand years!

At this moment, even someone as ambitious as he was shocked by the dazzling and captivating Purple Feathers!

Xia Hau, cloaked in purple wings, wore a deep blue shirt with the collar wide open, revealing a bronze chest. His features were enchanting, with a trace of a cold smile at the corner of his crimson lips. The entire person seemed like a god or a demon, compelling others to worship him on the ground.

The Seraph’s expression gradually darkened. Twelve-Winged Purple Feathers, strength already comparable to God Level. This person won’t be easy to deal with!

Meanwhile, An Yiqing and Michael had been fighting for a long time, both bearing injuries. Michael’s strength wasn’t as formidable as the Seraph’s, but dealing with an ordinary Martial Cultivator was still more than enough. However, An Yiqing was the heir of God Shennong, practicing the formidable Shennong Nine Style. Coupled with the Vermilion Bird’s cooperation on the side and the approaching breakthrough to Demigod Peak strength, this truly vexed Michael.

Originally thinking she was just an average human, this girl’s bizarre steps and cultivation technique gave him a hard time.

Becoming irritable, Michael charged again with the Holy Sword in hand. An Yiqing laughed charmingly, the Qingying Sword drawing an arc in the air, and dashed forward with the Vermilion Bird.

Michael pointed his long sword straight, locking An Yiqing’s figure. An Yiqing didn’t dodge and was about to be pierced. Michael felt a surge of joy, infusing his sword with full force, charging faster.

At that moment, An Yiqing’s figure suddenly vanished, along with the Vermilion Bird.

Michael was shocked and tried to stop. However, he had put too much force and could only charge forward.

Where did she go? How did she disappear?!

While Michael was bewildered, the vanished An Yiqing suddenly appeared behind him. The Qingying Sword aimed at Michael’s back, ruthlessly stabbing in.

With a whoosh—a gush of blood sprayed from his chest. Michael slowly lowered his head, incredulous at the nearly transparent Qingying Sword.

"Ha, I thought the blood of God would be a different color. Turns out it’s red too, how boring." An Yiqing commented coolly, not caring about the situation.

"Boss, gods are human too. When you break through Demigod Peak, you’ll be a god as well." The Vermilion Bird, transformed from Fatty Mao Er, responded.

"Hmm, that’s true."

As she spoke, An Yiqing abruptly withdrew the Qingying Sword and stabbed again into Michael’s back. Michael reacted quickly, dodging sideways. The Qingying Sword missed, stabbing into his arm.

Pulling out the sword, An Yiqing swiftly retreated. Michael was furious—how many years had it been since he was injured? This tiny human was audacious!

Michael was enraged, gripping the Holy Sword with both hands, rapidly chanting. A powerful light orb burst from his chest, and An Yiqing could feel the immense destructive power within.

"Boss, be careful. This guy is about to use a big move." Fatty Mao Er warned.

An Yiqing’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing through her watery gaze. She wielded the Qingying Sword, stepping with the unique footwork of the Shennong Nine Style. Meanwhile, the mind technique of The Fourth Style of Shennong Nine Style quietly rotated, elevating the inner breath within her to its peak.

The atmosphere gradually grew violent, centered around An Yiqing and Michael, a wild hurricane and oppressive force swept outward in all directions. Countless tree branches in the ancient castle were snapped at once, turning to dust. People on the ground shielded their eyes, struggling to maintain their stance.

The sky was overcast, thunder rumbling intermittently.

Suddenly, the two simultaneously opened their eyes!

"Divine Punishment of Light!—Go!"

"Wind from the Tiger’s Roar!—Break for me!"

An Yiqing and Michael’s killer moves completed at the same time, overwhelming the other. Simultaneously, they swiftly retreated, guarding their vitals with weapons.

The massive light sphere and sword energy mixed with dragon roars collided fiercely in the sky, boom—the earth trembled and mountains shook!

The rampant energy wildly leaked out, shattering the ancient castle’s gates and high walls, instantly destroying them. An Yiqing retreated dozens of steps before finally halting.